I always had this feeling when I am in the field or the meadows. Something is stuck in my throat and my heart accelerates. I am stuck in place staring at the wide space but all the gears in my body is slowly turning in one direction. Everything in me accelerates. My breathe deepens as my mind races. My hands tighten around the skirt I am holding.
I want to run away.
I want to run-away badly.
However, in the end of this hallucination... I only took one step.
That is the only truth I know. Relatively, my peers would tell me that I have some kind of cuckoo bird in my head. It pops out every twelve o'clock. It has eyes resembling that of a platypus and a beak and wing that jerks whenever the spring where it stands jingles.
To sum it up, it is ugly.
I know.
I know my place. I know where I should be. I know what I should do. I know what I should speak of. I know what I should dance. I know who I should interact with.
I just don't know why it felt wrong.
Women are emotional beings and they have the high capacity to understand their emotions.
But I can't name what this is.
All I know is that I need to run-away because something is awfully wrong and if I don't... I might lose myself.
-Adaia
August 12, 1839
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A Cage Dreams
General FictionThis is the life anecdotes from Adaia. Her name has a numerical value of sixteen but she prefers seven just like her father. She is a girl who wants her own adventure. Her bright eyes both see the danger and beauty stored across the sea. At the ag...
