#9: I stopped and started this one a few times. I couldn’t get into my tranquil mode to hear or feel anything. What came over me the most was the hatred I had for the town I grew up in. Hatred or a great dislike for it. I was 19 or 20 when I left, there wasn’t any desire to return, I tried a few times. Each time reminded me why I left. I had a personal Facebook account for a while. It connected me to where I grew up. At first I had all these friends, then I slowly started deleting them until I just closed the account.
I decided after a while to add color. That’s when I started picking up a new male voice. A lone male hidden or hiding. “In field” and “you will find me in the field”, he kept repeating. His location was a northern part of a state, he didn’t live there.