“I wish I were one of them.” She muttered, her eyes following the flock of birds sitting on the power line above them.
“Why is that?” her friend laughed.
“Well,” she started. “I think we all have periods where we just want to escape, you know? To just pack all of our things away, change our hair color, our style, our name, anything to start brand new-”
“But life prevents that.” she smiled sadly. “We have too many obstacles, too many expectations, and too many pressures to do things a certain way to be happy.”
“These birds have it so easy, though.” she spoke softly, “they just fly away.”
— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #146