We lay silently in our bed. We look at the blank white walls, the sleeping bodies, and the darkness. Everywhere. We wonder if this is all there is to life or what is being hidden. Certainly there must be something out there different from here, but we are forbidden to think of such things. Every night we close our eyes and we dream of places far away, places where we are happy always, and of places not so dark. We are forbidden to dream of such things.
We close our eyes and drift away until we are awoken once again in to this world.
Today we heard a legend of the ancient times, when the land was free and unmonitored, uncontrolled, unwatched. Another legend of two people who escaped the society to a place where things are completely different, even opposite. We liked it. We wondered if this is true, a place like this.
Days have passed and our mind can’t let these stories go. We don’t even know if it’s true, but we want it. We are tired of life, this life. We will find it; tomorrow we will leave in the dead of night to the forest, and go. Go until we find something, or go until we can’t go any farther. Now we must rest.
We lay in our bunk, ready and scared. From this point forward it’s either a different life or death, nothing more. We pull on our moccasins and robe, and pray that no one wakes to hear or see us. We slip out the great doors and run as fast as our feet will take us never looking back to see who’s following. We are hurting and we can’t breath, but we don’t care so we keep going further and further in to the uncharted forest.
We hit a clearing and drop, the world spinning around us, soft grass comforting our throbbing body, the smell. The smell, what is it? It’s new and fresh. We open our eyes and are stunned by the sight. The darkness drowns us, but it is softened by something beautiful overhead; stars, all of them, completely beautiful, each one on its own and every one together....
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