#2 - 05/07/21

“And here I am again.”

She gets carried away with the rain outside. Sirens of emergencies go by as a not-so-subtle reminder of her impermanence.

“Sometimes things land on the roof,” her friend had said which scared her to her bones. She thought the roof was too far away to make a sound. But right now - the sound she heard from the rain, it was almost close enough to touch. If she closed her eyes tight enough she was listening to the rain in Thailand or Bali. Where the only fears were of walking to dinner and return with feet dirty and wet. She craved the simplicity of human nature, and was once again reminded to despise the obligations and cultures of society.

“Society, huh! What about family?” Her mind overtook, beating her home before she’d fully realised her eventual return. She was aware the return would ruin her growth. She felt the wave of suppression overwhelm her.

“Can I leave my life, friends, lover, job - the place where I lost myself and found myself again?”

Did she wish she knew to stay or to go?