Fogged
All the birds have flown away, and silence sets in. The mind is fogged, it’s dark and warm, comfortable and pleasant. But this silence, this emptiness within me! I realize I’m still trapped, locked within my personal cage in my mind. I linger in my own thoughts, comfortable, unable to escape the confines. I yearn for freedom, for the world out there. How beautiful it must be to be free!
The first of six images in the story “All the Birds Have Flown Away.”
