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A simple life can be a beautiful thing. A quiet existence where your impact on the world is minimal aside from your family can be comforting.

Sometimes the very obviousness of this baggage manifests itself through our words or actions towards others and although we know better we let our baggage show through the things we put our energy into.

It starts simply, with a call or text that isn’t returned, then a period of a couple days where nothing happens and you start to worry.

The story opens on the scene of a house party, maybe a college house party, but given the circumstances it’s most likely a high-school party.

Paranoia is defined by Merriam Webster as a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self importance.

In the woods, one can breathe. In the woods, there is awareness, a fully conscious idea of what it means to be alive.

We are restless creatures. We struggle to fill our time, either with menial tasks that may or may not have any impact, or with a barrage of entertainment flowing from endless screens into our consciousness.

Here’s the sad part though, as much as I want to help these people, I also vehemently don’t.