Living here is slowly tearing me apart. It’s like time and space are suspended in this moment. The time and space that surround my being have been frozen since I entered existence. The last time I can remember the beginning of my existence is when I was in high school. When I joined Cross Country. Ever since then it feels like things have stopped. The stars move and the clock hand rotates, but all I see is the swaying of grass—back and forth. Movement and the illusion of progress when all it is is just grass.
So many things to do; but not only is my vacant surroundings hindering, the vacancy that occupies me is also.
Safety, security, and paranoia. So long have these things bounded me to the Earth, but I swear by every force imaginable I will fight to free myself from this ignorance that I’ve been bred in. I have to if I want to live.