When I saw her in the distance I knew that I was not safe.

Dear Self,

When I saw her in the distance I knew that I was not safe.

She was just outside my home and we were walking towards each other.

Something was not right.

She was carrying a back pack, in her late 20’s, light brown unkempt hair and she had an animal fury in her eyes that was disturbing.

I was wearing headphones listening to the comedian Tina Fey talk about her life. Everything felt surreal.

I knew I had to avoid getting in her sights. So as we got nearer to each other I looked away and walked as wide as I could ‘absorbed’ by my ‘music’.

As we were passing each other I could hear her yelling and I needed to check if she was yelling at the world or yelling at me. I needed to see if I was safe.

She was yelling at me.

“Why the fuck are you getting involved?”

She screamed at me. Eyes animal wild.

“Ya fucken meth head. I don’t know who stole it…”

I looked away. Put my head down and kept walking. By now I was walking past my house, past safety, because I didn’t want her to see where I lived.

I powered on. After a few steps I glanced back, she was still fixated on me, yelling at me, I kept walking.

I walked with determination, like something else important was going on.

After a few more meters I looked back and she had lost interest. She was powering off into the street.

I turned around and headed quickly for home. Hoping she wouldn’t look over her shoulder and seem me “following her”.

She didn’t.

I was safe.

But she wasn’t.

She probably had not been safe for a long time.

This is the world I live in.

It’s not good enough and I don’t know what to do about it.

I don’t know what to do.


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