Segments of Days

Segments of Days 4

 

What a boring schedule.

 

Wake up.

Stretch.

Eat.

Walk.

Eat.

Mentoring class.

Eat.

Sleep.

Repeat.

 

 Those people are restricting my movements.

"It is not safe."

"You don't have to do that."

"You're just wasting your energy."

"Please go somewhere else."

What on earth are they talking about?

 

No one truly wants to talk to me here.

No one sincerely wishes to stop and say hello.

No one genuinely wants to wave at my direction.

No one willingly attends to my requests.

No one is like her. 

 

 I want to leave this place.

I want to go back to the place of memories.

I want to go back to the place where I was happy.

I want to go back to our home.

Why can't they see that?

 

I am leaving this place.

I do not care about their reactions. 

I do not care if they will ignore my absence.

I do not care if they will rejoice after my departure.

I do not care if they will decide to tighten their security. 

I will leave this place no matter what happens.