A fence divides me from the world. So strange, I see the world right in front of me but if I attempted to cross it, I’d be a fugitive. I’d be accountable for each and every step I take on the dry earth and dry grass. The music blares through my earphones and I feel like I’m in a movie. Ants below crawl the map of rocks underneath and the cold wind is ever unforgiving, yet so beautiful. I long for the wind to talk to me. Trucks drive past, tired working men probably singing along to tunes or eagerly listening to the news on the radio as they drive past The Garden and I never thought that I could feel so happy as I am now…
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