16 December 2012
I stood there looking at the screen showing the train times.
I was avoiding going home. I'd just missed my home town train, but I didn't care anymore instead I stood there looking at the other destinations.
Reddich 11A Edinburgh 6B Newcastle 5A London 12A Glasgow 4A Portsmouth 1A
So many choices, and I wanted to go them all. I didn't want to go back home where all the pressure was, where the restrictions had a tight hold on my life and individualism.
To com-inform, That's what we were told was necessary! But I didn't want to. I wanted to be free. I wanted to explore! Experience everything I could!
But at the end of the day..I knew what needed to be done...even if I didn't like it...
On the train journey it was even harder, sitting on my seat staring out the window in to a sea of black. I felt nothing. Which was a freedom in itself, And so when we reached my stop I had to force myself to move.
Pulling out of my seat, I stood on the platform watching my last hope of freedom pull away in to the darkness, and with that the chains of my responsibilities wrapped round me, yanking me home to where I am now staring at a computer screen thinking
"why didn't I just go?"
Train Journey Home • Opuss № I