Suspense

2018 – Anything could happen

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What is this world I am in and who attached these strings that suspend
me, puppet-like and expectant of something I cannot give? School is a
place so alien to me, I do not belong there. I cannot go. The fear is like
little knives, cutting through my busy silence, as low-anchored cloud
hovers over my days. Simplicities of small pleasures sustain me hour to
hour – the garden, the animals, the repetitive collecting and sorting of
stamps. The days break. Mum wakes me. We have to try to go to
school. Anything could happen. Anything could happen.