If I placed a hand on your shoulder and walk away, would you notice?

Would you place your atop of it?

Would you ignore it?

Or would you jump up screaming and ask me where I got a severed hand from?


It won’t be long before this place is nothing more than a fleeting thought and it’s fair to say I’m more than ready to see the back of it.

There are plenty who have become to entrenched here that they will never leave and while it has everything you need on a base level of survival, it’s got nothing to help you grow of make you move forwards.

I will bid them all farewell with a smile because I’ve had enough, its time to go.