I lounge on the bench in the park. The trees shelter me from the sun. A gentle breeze ruffles my hair. I breathe deep.
I sit on the couch. The sunlight streams in through the window. The walls close in on me. I clutch at the cold pearls around my neck. I yearn to see them scatter over the marbled floor. A yank is all it takes.
I gaze at the perfect little house beyond the fence. The SUV. Picture perfect. I wonder at their perfect home. Their perfect lives.
A bee buzzes at the window, flinging itself at the glass. I am a moth fluttering at blazing light, within reach. Futile movements.
What must it be like, to have it all? A home. A family. To belong.
How does it feel, to walk away? Open spaces. Freedom. To be yourself.
What a life! I shut my eyes and continue to dream.
What is this life? I open my eyes to my reality.
This evocative snapshot has been provided by Yinglan Z. Thank you, Yinglan!