I thought maybe if I was quiet enough, I could sneak into the woods; If I could stop myself from breaking the silence, then I could escape. The brush of the wind was enticing. I could feel myself growing more and more apart of the forest as I crept towards it. I peered over my shoulder and time stopped as I watched from right- to left. I turned around and walked on further. Suddenly, I felt free. I touched the bark on the large pine and felt a small ant crawl over my hand, peacefully. It was incredibly overwhelming all at once. The sun shinning in on my face, the quiet chirping of the birds overhead, and the brush of the wind on my neck. It didn't matter anymore what I did, or where I went as long as I was at peace with myself.
I turned around and came face-to-face with him; It wasn't scary, or threatening. But the look in his blue eyes was that of disappointment, and anger.
"What's the matter with you?" He asked with a crack in his voice.
"I just want to leave." I said simply.
"People don't just get to leave. We make our home and bring our bearings, but we can't leave everything behind. If I were to tell you that you could go, it would be a lie. You see, you have more need to be here, than I do for wanting you here. We are human."
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