Trapped
Disclamer: I own nothing.
To run away, to escape, and to never look back would be a beautiful thing. But that is never possible. There are things in our life that bind us that fasten to the world that we live in. The things that keep us here in these useless lives are spoken of as alliances and relationships with every one around us. The truth though, as much as it may hurt is a extreme of the opposite end. These "relationships and alliances" are much more then that they are not bonds but imprisonment with in out own little box, with in our own little world. Were not bound down were forced down. Not with guns and weapons but with out mind. To be able to wake up one day and say "I don't like it here I'm going move." And just like that leave and never show up there again. The only thing keeping us from doing just that is us. Some times I just feel so trapped.
Harry wrote in his journal frowning thinking of ways to escape out of his own little box, his own little world. But in contradiction to his most recent composure he was not the one who kept him where he was it was his uncle. Uncle Vernon. When Harry came back from his fifth year in school he immediately curled into the farthest depth of his mind. He stayed up in his room for hours at and end, only coming down for meals and to go out running. He always brought his wand with him where ever he went completing time and time again if he really had any reason to stay. But time and time again he returned home only to do the same thing again the next day. Dam he felt so trapped.
The ultimate.