Chapter 117 Whispers Of Return

• The morning dew enveloped the hills to make the world appear foggy as I strapped on my backpack and started out the bed and breakfast. I had spent three days there but the serenity of solitude I wanted was hard to come by. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw other lives, another world simulated for me. The peace I had anticipated when I moved out did not come, especially with the constant noise from neighbors and traffic.
• I got up, and two days later began hitchhiking from town to town.. Restless, moving and searching. I wasn’t quite certain about what, although I guessed it must have something to do with compliance or regulation. Answers? Understanding? A part of me that I could accept in light of the broken pieces of memory filling my head now?
• My mobile turned into my pocket — a tangible piece of life and the people that I once had. It seems I had woken up daily, just long enough to notice the growing number of notifications, but not actually reading them. Not yet. I wasn't ready.