The silence makes you think.
It makes you think of things one doesn’t usually dwell on. Normally, my life moves too quickly for me to have the time to be lost in thought. I’m always on the next battle, strategizing the next fight, focused on the lives that are depending heavily on me to win. Thinking too deeply in those moments meant a risk to my life, and a risk of losing more, but in this silence, in this deafening silence, it is all I do.
I think.
And I think.
A dam within me breaks, no longer able to contain the crushing weight of emotions and thoughts that only keeps growing and growing.
I think about my family and how worried they must be if they didn’t believe I ran away. And I think about how they should just believe I did because it’ll be easier on them. A rebellious child
