Chapter 33
Mine is a life on endless repeat. It’s the same story over and over again. I am a dog chasing its tail, running constant circles only to find the prize unattainable. I’m a young child reaching for something my fingers cannot quite grasp, only to lose out on what I desire. I am a woman who cannot enjoy the privileges my age and rank give me, condemned instead to a nomadic life of exile. Forced to leave yet again, never to stay, always to lose out on what I want, what my fingers try to reach out for to hold. The same slow buzzing of insects around my head, creating a dull pounding that seems to always stay, never to leave. The ragged looks on faces, without smiles and happiness. I am a mad Scot turning slowly mad…