Bloken English

Looking outside the window, from where I am sitting, it is white, entirely white. Calendar says that we will have our first day of Spring on March 20th. Is this our last snow?

I wonder, where those early returned geese are now. Why did they choose this city? Why not Vancouver? If I can choose to live in any city in the world, where would I be? I don’t think that I would stay in the same city every year. If I were a goose, I would travel the world. India, Australia, New Zealand, or Netherland? Somewhere with ocean, fresh fruits and forest.

But I am not a goose. In this city, I have a family but I feel alone. I have one or two people that I can talk to but most of the time, I don’t. Work stuff, I realized that I can’t talk with my parents, or “friends” from work. Parents prefer stability; they think that work is just work. If there is someone that I can’t work with, I can just get through the day and forget about it. And my “friends” at work, I can’t talk to them either since confidentiality. But I can’t just move on. All the things keep on building up in my mind and I can’t take it any more. I can’t just “forget about it”. Without the ability to talk to anyone, I suffer alone, in silence. Sometimes, I don’t even remember that I am suffering.

Snow covered all the buildings, streets and bushes. It is quite beautiful standing on the 24th floor, looking down. Breath, keep on breathing.