Prison to Prison
(fiction word count: 150)
I dropped my guard.
Felt too safe.
Living as a fugitive, on a boat for five years, meant I went out at night and stayed ever-mindful of being recognized.
Then, I began to live as if NOT in hiding.
Started out with morning walks, then noon strolls.
Sunshine warmed my skin and crowded markets energized my soul.
I forgot what it was like to have small talk with acquaintances. The type of conversating that unfolds when you have a bit of instant chemistry with someone – feeling connected and agreeable. The kind of fleeting human exchange that leaves one stained from essences shared.
I never predicted that a bounty hunter would find his way to Faroe. However, mingling back into society was worth being captured. The guarded, hiding life is more of a prison than iron bars that surround me now. At least now I have people.
I know sometimes we need escape from people. Social connecting can sometimes be quite draining – which is why we draw boundaries and stay well; however, today’s Pegman fictional character saw the flip-side of social connection. He missed people dearly after years of hiding out. No Wilson ball to help pass the time – instead – he started mingling again and it led to his capture – but he was glad and went from one prison to another.
And don’t you agree – it can be exhausting living a guarded, paranoid life? let’s relax and drop our guard a bit…(with wisdom and caution of course)