An ambulance blares out in the distance, a bird sings out occasionally.
I put on strawberry scented lipgloss as I wait for my lecture to start. Am I crazy? Choosing a career path simply because it was the obvious path for my chosen A levels? Probably, but being in third year, I am far too deep in to turn back around.

There is a faint smell of cigarettes, someone's lungs are slowly dying and he is aware, and content of this.

Sometimes it feels like this world was not made for me. I am made to live high in the mountains with no hint of surrounding civilization except for the village I was born in, and my life's work would be to own a homely cafe welcoming travellers. Alas, everyone has such dreams, I would not be the first to state them out loud. And I would not be the first to never achieve them, for my life is here. This little island I was born in is home to my family and everyone I care about and though leaving would always be an option, I would not be able to live with the guilt.

I envy the cat whining for food, for he has not seen the mountains and never felt the snow, and therefore he is completely content living in his home.




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