Escapism

Handfuls of lost bits of memories, all consciously wasted. If only she spoke. If only she was truly awake. Yet here she sat with her knees on the floor bent over her bedsheets, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, wetting the sheets as she stared with her face turned sideways to the window where rain was pouring during an autumn storm. The thought had turned this one woman into a troubled one, just like many others. That one thought had spread like a plague among the community, making them all slowly lose themselves by drowning in themselves, in their minds. A plague so known and feared, yet nobody dared to speak about it for the longest time.