I’d be rid of everything in life that’s weighing me down right now. My house, the stuff in it, all the people in my life, except my children. There’d be nothing but a clean slate. And I wouldn’t be here anymore.
Life in gilded cages, prompts you to escape. What am I escaping? Everything. When will I leave? Tomorrow. Will I return? Why would I? I watch the birds smash into the glass and vow to keep the windows open in future. Some birds never learn. I like to think I’m smarter than my captors.