dorian poe. d8. cbd3. fin.

You enjoy solitude.

It was the easiest decision you ever made when you turned eighteen. Your parents were suffocating, planning every second and inch of your life as if you were a character in their novel. You tried to explain to them that you were not interested. You enjoy art and freedom, not business and greed. They didn't listen. When would they listen?

You left as soon as you could. You saved up money, you hired friends, and together you constructed a cabin on your own near the edge of the district. As far out as you could go without crossing the fences. It is not quite the paradise you imagined with waterfalls and warm sunlight, but it is peaceful. You can sit in silence and think. Absorb the sounds of nature. Traveling to the market became a reward rather than a chore.

You don't visit them. Knowing them, they are ashamed of what you have become. You are a simple delivery boy living a simple life, and you couldn't be happier. They will never truly understand. They enjoy noise, lavish, parties. You enjoy the quiet, the simplicities. A swinging bench in the woods with a canvas is all you need.

You wish everyone would take a moment and breathe.

It makes the heart happy.