School.

I wrote this when I was in high school, quite a while ago. I was going through my old school books when I found it on some lined paper in my maths book, surrounded by pen-drawn intertwining flowers. The writing style isn't amazing, but what can I say, once a dreamer always a dreamer.

I let my head tip back,

And I close my eyes in silence.

I breathe the thick air of the bustling class room.

I hear the drone of the teacher,

the chattering of students,

the clashing of church bells.

I let it fade.

Until I breathe the essence of the forest, it's wild flowers and dew drops.

Until I hear the song of birds,

the wind caressing the trees, the hum of indifferent life.

This is where I long to be,

but I cannot.

For the human race has a hunger and expectation for success.

Fast, greedy, ignorant.

This realisation terminates my escape and tears me back to reality.

- Georgia MacLeod