Every time I return to this place (Jackson, Michigan) I am reminded of the years I felt so trapped here. The isolated moments of bliss buried under the days of nothing to do and no where to go.
Even now, years after my escape, I return here for holidays and find the same little city and wonder about those that live here. I wonder what they feel and how they perceive this place.
I wish I had someone to talk to or something to do here in the dark cold rain of Michigan winter. But where do I go and what do I do? Is there anybody here that is interesting? Is there anyplace here I have not haunted a thousand times?