I had been staying at a hotel down the road and I was planning on driving down to my next destination. It's like I was driving in Canada but I was driving on the left and it was India all around me in between the destinations it seems.
Shortly after starting I had to stop by the side of the road and for some reason I was using a big foldout map rather than a GPS or phone. I wasn't wearing anything inappropriate or sexual.
This truck came up from the other side of the road and stopped in front of my car. The driver was insistent that I come and help him and I didn't notice 3 other men get out and surround me. I realised but too late and as I was trying to get between them to my car they kept blocking me, touching me.
I was terrified and my pitiful screams were falling on deaf ears as people just watched me being taken as if there was nothing wrong with it. I tried in vain to struggle against them but they held me tight. One guy holding my arms behind me as another held my legs while the last touched me.
Somehow they decided not to rip my clothes off just yet and for that I thanked god silently with tears streaming down my face.
We stopped and they took me out of the truck. It looked as if we were surrounded by paddy fields. I tried to scream and was rewarded with a tight slap across the face for it. It had stung. The guy holding my legs had let go and I started doing the SING procedure from miss congeniality. First with the guy holding my arms and then with each of the guys after that. I was thankful for wearing the waterproof boots now as I ran through the fields, tears streaming down my face and my clothes torn.
I somehow made it to the car and due to the keys falling under the car during the initial struggle I was able to get in and get down the road before turning down a quiet lane and pulling over. I got out of the car and walked a little bit until I heard the sounds of water running and a guitar being strummed.
I wandered up wrapped in my jacket from the car and found an old man sitting there strumming a guitar next to a water feature which was next to his wife's grave.

That was when I woke up.

I listen to the sound of the tear rolling down my face. It is deafeningly singular, alone, as I am now.

Just over five fingers long. Reaching out for a decade. I lie with the light on. Unable to sleep. My mind racing with thoughts.

Thoughts of 'how could I...', 'I should have. ..'.

In my mind I know that this is futile. There is nothing that can be done for you now. Why does it still consume my thoughts?

I am broken. My outsides are holding it all together but inside I feel shattered pieces floating in the miasma of life within me.

I don't know how to be so I plaster a smile on my face and go through the motions of life. Your face appears in my mind's eye. Smiling that cheeky grin as you did that day.

It feels like a lifetime ago that you were here and I was with you. Now I lie in a different country surrounded by the lives of others. Hoping their flow will push me along.

I send out hope for you, wherever you are, whatever you are. I hope you are surrounded by love and by happiness and are at peace with yourself.

This is my thought of you, just as we were two souls brought together, as another tear joins the first.

@us-poet Love. ♡♡♡

@Willoww "I've always thought people would find a lot more pleasure in their routines if they burst into song at significant moments." ~John Barrowman~

@us-poet you put a smile on mine first. I can't stop re reading this.

@willoww Boston, New Orleans, Montreal, Charlottetown.
Possibly Newfoundland, East Brunswick, Banff, Whistler, Vancouver Island, Victoria and New York too but that's just the next 3 months at the moment.

@us-poet beautiful as always.

There is so much that I want to say, and yet,

My brain will not comprehend it,

To put it into legible words,

To speak it out loud.

I look at the screen,

Craving to fill the blank space,

With words, with thoughts,

With ideas beyond my vocabulary.

I scroll back up,

What did we talk about that got me hooked,

Like an addict I look for something,

Something to start the words flowing.

It seemed so easy at first,

Where did that ease go, I wonder?

Were you just like the others,

Sweet until you tapped into me?

Tapped into the side that I try to hide,

The side that I despise yet crave to appease,

Perhaps life was meant to be this way,

For me to never quite understand.

For whom amongst us truly understand the workings of the mind?

I found this site in my longing for someone to talk to,

For someone to dissect me,

Find what was wrong with me,

Fix me.

I came upon you,

You were sweet, caring,

You made me feel like I was worth something,

But then it happened.

You changed once you saw me,

You saw only the physical specimen,

You no longer wanted me,

At least not for the thoughts that occupied my head.

I turn away disgusted by the creature,

That pours out her thoughts into the great unknown,

How is it that one so broken,

Can have thoughts so foul?

I'm not a fan of much of my body but the one part I'm most insecure about is my stomach. I didn't think it was that bad until I had a photo taken and I realised I looked pregnant. cringe Mind you I like my food and my desserts too much to do anything about it.

@sup I like the second part video too but why does he keep leaving his satchel behind and how/why was it still there at work when he returned the next day. ..

@us-poet beautiful as always.

I listen to the sound of the tear rolling down my face. It is deafeningly singular, alone, as I am now.

Just over five fingers long. Reaching out for a decade. I lie with the light on. Unable to sleep. My mind racing with thoughts.

Thoughts of 'how could I...', 'I should have. ..'.

In my mind I know that this is futile. There is nothing that can be done for you now. Why does it still consume my thoughts?

I am broken. My outsides are holding it all together but inside I feel shattered pieces floating in the miasma of life within me.

I don't know how to be so I plaster a smile on my face and go through the motions of life. Your face appears in my mind's eye. Smiling that cheeky grin as you did that day.

It feels like a lifetime ago that you were here and I was with you. Now I lie in a different country surrounded by the lives of others. Hoping their flow will push me along.

I send out hope for you, wherever you are, whatever you are. I hope you are surrounded by love and by happiness and are at peace with yourself.

This is my thought of you, just as we were two souls brought together, as another tear joins the first.

@willoww Boston, New Orleans, Montreal, Charlottetown.
Possibly Newfoundland, East Brunswick, Banff, Whistler, Vancouver Island, Victoria and New York too but that's just the next 3 months at the moment.

@stranger_danger Did you end up going and did it live up to expectations?

@US-poet Awesome unicorn pic

@us-poet Pizza may be good but hot dogs are more convenient and and are also quite tasty. Also, I prefer Emeralds & Sapphires to Diamonds even though I'm a Garnet.

@Zazzles Where do you they come up with these?
@peacefulpengu I like the idea of a story behind these things. January is a hot dog because those who are born in this month are tasty and tend to adapt to others tastes via condiments and additives (tomato sauce/ketchup, mustard, salads and the like..).

@layla you missed one type. Widowed. Currently it's complicated.

@willoww : Rum & raisin but I recently tried guava ice cream & chilli powder and it's awesome. Cookies & Cream is pretty good too.