What if? [Hiatus]

I feel safe. That's a first, I always have the feeling that someone is watching, somewhere; every time I'm alone---anywhere--- I feel exposed, leaked, kind of what an archery target must feel right before the arrow comes sinking right down the middle. It didn't have a choice but to stay put. Maybe it had dreams of its own, like I did. I wanted to go, I wanted to visit places. I can't say I didn't, but I never expected to be trapped.

I feel the strings and their sharp thin self prickling at my flesh skin, imprinting my pale surface until it is at the verge of bleeding. Most people would say I could still have a choice, that I could leave, far away, and never come back. But the reason I want to leave, is also the reason I ache to stay.