BELONG [x] open, joining

You draw in a deep breath. The air feels different. Cutting, hard, sharp. It burns your lungs as you inhale, and exhaling is like coughing razors. You don't know what's different since you woke up. You don't know what day it is, how long you've been out, what you've missed. Everything is so.. different.

And maybe you need that. Maybe you need change, some diversity. You sit and wallow in your own self-pity, it's about damn time for some change.Mechanically, you pick yourself up, unsure of where you are exactly. Hunger gnaws at the pit of your stomach, and you're sure you've lost a lot of weight being wherever you were. But it's fine; you want this -- no, you need this. You walk and walk until you feel like your feet are about to fall off. Then you walk some more. You aren't sure where you're going, but at this point, you don't care. Surely you'll come across something.

And you did. You smelled the scent markers in the air and like a robot you went towards it. It didn't matter where it was; at this point, any place was good. A place to recollect, to do some thinking. You stop at the border, swallowing a lump in your throat and taking a seat. This will be good, you tell yourself. This is necessary.