Day 3

I'm looking out over the beauty of the morning once again. The sky is clear, the air is fresh, the birds are singing, and the brightly-coloured flowers are opening up to receive the morning-sunshine.

There is a butterfly resting on the flower nearest to me. I think it's a Painted Lady. It's twitching its wings in preparation for flight. I can almost hear it thinking, 'What flower shall I land on next?' This may sound strange, but I envy the butterfly's freedom. It can choose to land on whatsoever flower it wishes. It could land on a flower close-by, or on a flower further away, or even on a flower in another field. Nothing hinders it, nothing restricts it. It doesn't need to worry about meeting the expectations of other butterflies. It doesn't answer to anyone. It's free, free, free to be itself.

And it's beautiful.

Something's been stirring inside of me. The desire to get away, to start a new life, just keeps getting stronger and stronger. I feel that if I don't do something soon, this desire will simply choke me to death. So I've been hatching a plan. I've been hatching it for some time now, and every time I think about it, I feel more strongly that I must go through with it.

The plan evolves around a simple action. Which is not such a simple thing when it comes down to the outworking of it, or to all the risks involved, and to the consequences which could follow suite, should the plan not go to plan!

In short, I want to run away.