All morning I lay swarmed with feelings of isolation, filled with the words of a sullen raven, and plagued with a tonic ringing in my ear, that wouldn’t fade.

By noon I was lying in a puddle of rainwater outside my driveway, but I wasn’t cold or sad, I felt free. Each raindrop on my skin- a breath of fresh air, every gust of wind- happiness for my soul.

I inhale deeply, my lungs almost drowning in the fresh air, and finally, I find myself truly breathing.

The world around me shrivels, it's just my imagination and I, in a place where life was as simple as a walk on a blustery day. Suddenly, the rain stops, and to my dismay I’m back in a world of struggle and pain. One tingle down my spine, and I’m back to the life I don’t want, surrounded by people I don’t need.

Little do the people know, my heart is black and my soul painted grey, little do they know I could sit and stare at the moon all day in awe of its simplicity and solitariness.

I have fallen in love with the whisper of the trees and the noise of the rain. I have fallen in love with the silence of my room, and the song of a piano. Trust me when I say I could listen to the solemn cry of mother nature all day and only then start to feel something.

Never could I have longed for something as much as I do when I think of leaving my life behind. Never.