You look out into the misty morning.... it’s quiet. Peaceful. You walk. Listening to your footsteps fall onto the concrete. Thick soles clomping down on the stone work. How you got here is unknown. And frankly to this moment your aloof to the sensation. The sensation of a pause. The constant labour of silence booring over your head.
The serine eerie silence is permiated by the shrill clinging of a church bell. And even if you’re not able to hear or see... it vibrates and sends a jolt into your brain...
You walk closer now. A looming building hovers over you. Still mist covered and old.
Its shadow chills you. A school. You huddle in with more of your fellow peers. Until no rooms left to breathe.
You suffocate under homework. Peers. And expectations.
You succumb to a pleasant mist that overtakes your body.
You look out into the misty morning.... it’s quiet. Peaceful. You walk. Listening to your footsteps fall onto the concrete. Thick soles clomping down on the stone work. How you got here is unknown. And frankly to this moment youre unable to break the cycle.
