Silence. Stillness. That's all I wanted. The screaming, the yelling, dishes breaking, I had to get away from it all.
This was supposed to be a family vacation, we were supposed to take time away from the every day to get to know each other better, to 'talk about our problems'. Thanks, Dr. Freud, but I don't think that's going to solve any of our problems. This little cottage overlooking the lake isn't going to make us understand and love one another.
Nobody notices when I walk away - they're too busy arguing. I've always been the quiet one, they never expect me to get involved anyways. It's getting late and the sun is setting and, I'm not going to lie, I love the way it looks out here. It's a far cry from living in the city, I tell ya. The leaves are turning shades of yellow and orange and falling off the trees. If only for a moment, I forget why we've come here in the first place.
I walk down to the water, kick off my shoes, and float away.
Silence.
Always reading, never written. Well, other than in journals that I've been keeping since the 6th grade. Time for something different?