silence

"Rose, it's late. The sun already set, come in." My mother shouted.

And here was I sitting, in the nowhere. Between huge trees and leaves. Between animals you can't see with the eye. A hidden world. I was sitting on a clearing in the middle of an old forest. Green, in all kind of variation. Birds were singing and bees humming. The warm wind was moving leafs slightly. The occasional rustling. I stood silently for a moment, breathing the intoxicating scent of pine. Glancing around, taking in the beauty around of me before finally choosing the path. Birds are singing from somewhere up in the branches.

As I was walking, the forest seemed to awake around of me. Some golden rays of the remaining sunlight illuminated over a lovely patch of wildflowers. "Are this real" I could hear someone mumbling next to me. It took me some time to progress the question, he talked so quietly that my ears couldn't understand the full sentence.

"Does it m-matter if you don't know the difference"? I responded . Curiosity was beaming through his dark eyes "What do you mean"?he asked. Showing him three fingers with the backside of my hand I asked him "How many fingers d-do you see"? he looked perplexed not knowing that I would ask him such a question. "Three... You know missy I'm not blind". "Maybe you are, because if you weren't blind you would accept the f-fact the reality is based on different perspectives. Your answer is based on a one sided point of view. If you really wanted to know how many fingers I was holding up, you must critically examine the "truth"..." Still holding up my hand, I turned it around so he could see that there were two other fingers. "In conclusion, if you want to know if something is real or is the truth, you need to see the fact in different perspectives. N-never e-except a fact".

He looked at me strangely "My name is Casper, what's your N-" before he could finish the sentence you could hear my mother yelling

my name through forest, saying what consequences i will face if I'm not home in ten seconds.

"well I think that's my cue to go, see you Casper" before he could say anything else I quickly left him.

the last thing i could hear while running trough the forest was casper screaming "same place tomorrow"

Walking trough the forest I could hear water trickling nearby. Mesmerised by the sound of rain drops falling from tree branches, I forget everything

Welcome to the world of imagination, or should I say the escape room from reality. The world is such a beautiful cruel place. Animals face extinction by humans, yet we are trying to find ways to save them. People commit suicide, but new life is also breathed the same day. Wars happen, peace treaties are formed. Children are starving but fight through every day, like the survivors they are. Natural disaster rip through cities, yet this trauma brings us closer than ever

Do you notice most of us would describe the felling of rain as "washing away the problems", washing away their mistakes. Temporary forgetting them and slipping away from reality. And that's the fundamental mistake everybody does.

The feeling of rain, should be something refreshing. Not forgetting the mistakes but accepting them. Every connection and encounter, weather minimal or long-lasting, will create an effect towards the decisions you decide to take - or not - consciously or subconsciously. These will forever change the path you are in. Connect and disconnect wisely. I'm asking you visitor, are still going in circles or are you following your pass- "Rose, I swear by God if your not here in ten seconds, you will live with the consequences, do hear me!" mother shouted with venom dripping in every word.

You can hear her irritation from miles away. "I'm coming", I said louder.

And here I'm standing, before the accusing eyes of my dear mother.

Adults. Thinking they have more power because of their age. Boring. Strict and unforgiving. Thinking they are always right even if the truth lays right in front of them. Stubborn. Teenager are nothing besides them. Adults are full of sadness, loneliness and rage suppressed by society.

I'm not angry because of their mood swings, it's a normal thing if you see under how much stress they need to function.

"Rose, I'm really full of you! Do you know how tired I am after work, than finding out that our living room looks like a battle field?" She said in one breath.

And now lady's and Gentlemen, the comparison. "And the worst part, seeing the neighbour children already home and ready to sleep. But no, my beloved daughter is still outside and doing things god knows!"

Don't fight fire with fire. "I'm sorry mother, it won't happen again." I said

"I don't want to here your apologies, I will go and get in the shower, if I come out and don't find everything clean, your father will deal with you."

With that she disappears right in front of me.

Not wanting to deal with the consequences I cleaned everything up and made myself ready for bed. Before laying down, I opened the window for fresh air.

I got easily distracted be the stars covering the dark blue sky. The view was so enhancing. You need to watch the sky at night. You need to see all the stars, all the wide space. You need to understand that we are in spaceship called Earth. Constantly moving every-time. We are traveling constantly trough space. We are moving to a unknown world, unknown and mostly bigger than our mind can imagine. A world full of mysteries.

"What did she do again?", I could hear father saying behind the doors of my room. "I can't deal with her anymore, it's like I never gave birth to a daughter " you can already hear the tiredness in her voice. Not wanting to listen to their discussion anymore, I tried to fall asleep.

The thing is, I don't want to sleep, but I don't want to be awake. I don't want to eat, but I don't want to be hungry I don't want to be around people, but I don't want to be alone. I don't want to do anything, but I don't want to do nothing. What I really want to do is to stop existing but I can't do it without dying.