Fugitive

I run. The path is long and dark. And I am running. Running away from my sins. Trying to find comfort in my family which I took for granted. I want to run into their welcoming arms but everything is dark. The fast life whose lights had seemed attractive only a while ago has blinded me. I have no friend. I have no family. I cannot share my burdens and I have no where to run.


I cannot get caught. It will kill them and it will kill me. I am running away from my morals, my principles, the standards that were set so high and yet so easy to break. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I just walk away from this temptation? Why am I giving excuses for my behaviour? No. No upbringing in this world can justify my actions. I cannot blame my society and family for this. Their rules should have made me stronger to the sins of this world. It is me. Me, who is tempted by the fast life of the people around me, who is tempted by money enough to sin. I have no values, no morals and no rules. I have broken the rule in every book. I am committing a wicked sin that is immoral in every society, even the most liberal. I cannot blame my society and my religion for this.

I am having an affair with a married man and as fast as I run...I cannot break free.