Stifled

I see the whole wheat dough in the fridge stuffed into a pita bread bag for later usage. And on the left, in the door of the frigde, lies a huge wad of gum, waiting to be chewed after dinner.

The house is empty, my parents are gone out on some errands. I should be reading but the day is long, I wait. And when I shut my eyes, they burn.

A three year contract isn't so bad. But if I leave the country...