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Irrevocably Belonging to a Stranger

By @TortallMagic

22nd September

22nd September



If looking at me, and the world I am in, an observer may imagine me free. But alas this is not the case. I feel as if trapped; trapped behind the bars of both social and economic status, the very life blood of this place. The expectations of those around me envelope my body; my very senses are screaming from the constant pressure. Before, nature would have eased my pain, my suffering; it would have been my outlet, a sanctuary. However I find that comfort such as which I seek cannot be found here. Nature is exempt from this place; there are no rolling fields, clear blue skies or frolicking animals; this forest consists of only brick and smoke.

Would that I could profess my longing for my former life, but by doing so, I would be telling a lie. While I do despise my current cage, it is only, I must confess, because I am lonely. I possess hardly any acquaintances and those I have had the pleasure to meet are not my age, have the interests as I do, and, I feel, do not have my best interests at heart. I do miss the simplicity of my life and mind three weeks ago, but then, I didn’t know any different. Truthfully, I must say that if I was to resume my previous life, it would not be the same, in essence or being, for I am no longer who I used to be.

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