(in 2017 my parents wanted to move us to Shenzhen, China - for a year)
No luminous field of stars tonight and no rain as yet, just booming thunder and the play of light on darkness.
I lay in a grass clearing, watching the sky. Swirling clouds and flashes of light - bright streaks - as far as the eyes can see.
Wind whips the trees, the sky, my hair. Leaves irregularly blow by as if in a hurry or perhaps debris from some strange slow-motion explosion.
I feel at home in this chaos. This angry sky mirrors my mood, my life at this moment. The next few days, next few hours will change everything, for me, or nothing. My future looms suddenly dark, frightening and empty.
Am I really caught in this plan, this parental gravity, this storm, that can upset my entire life, where years of furious work are meaningless??
There is no compass for dreams, they know only passionate directions. I’ve defended them as best I could, like a lioness, a lover, but there’s no stopping a storm.. I guess.
As the rain begins I know one thing.. I will not move..
About how my teen life is dependent on greater family plans