1–

I couldn’t hear anything, those damn crickets were so.loud.  Not that there was anything hear other than that obnoxious “bah chicka wah wah” emanating from the porno he had popped into the vcr hours ago.  And there he was, not even watching it – he fell asleep thirty seconds in and now he was snoring, twitching, limbs flung all over the place like unwanted clothing.  I could have chosen to hate him, but he had never been worth it.  Instead I chose escape, presented in the form of that beautiful balcony leading to cold, fresh – okay, “fresh” is a lie.  At home the air is fresh. This city shit can barely be called air.
At that point I hadn’t been back in a year.  I didn’t even tell them that I was leaving.  I just packed the essentials – tea, clothes, toothpaste, pens and paper – and left.

2 –

Here she is again, flitting from place to place. She’s been that way ever since I’ve known her, which, I could very literally say, has been both of our entire lives.  Ah, passed out in front of a porno?  She’s hooked herself another winner, I see.  Look at her face though – she at least knows that he’s a moron.  She has her own reasons, I’m certainly no one to try and influence how she spends her days, even if I could.
That balcony won’t give you what you want, sweetheart!  Okay, yelling doesn’t help.  She won’t and can’t hear me, but it’s true, she’ll find neither the fresh air nor the escape she seeks.  She grew up on mountain streams in that place that she left for-e-ver ago.  I was watching her then just like I am now – I thought she was joking, the way she filled that bag almost entirely with tea.  But hey, she did it, she left, and now she’s here, not going to waste but not really going anywhere else.