Packing my bags with as much as possible,
i've always loved the feeling,
throwing things in a school backpack. Folding everything 10 times
smaller than it needs to be, just to enable room for more.
Feels like running away. Feels like a new beginning.
Funny how shes thinking the exact same thoughts as the ones
running through my mind. Almost.
This feels like we're running away
I know...i love it
Why? I hate this feeling.
Its starting over, a new beginning.
Few memories of my childhood still linger in my head. One of them
sticks out most, like a neon sign in the middle of the night.
Another fight with my mother, no idea what about though,
bawling in my room, holding my Hunchback of Notre Dam barbies
dearly. Attempting to write a note saying i had run away,
and wouldn't be coming back.
I was four.
After too much frustration of not being able to write a
note that would be actually readable to anyone besides myself,
i settled to crying at my window like
Princess Aurora from Sleeping Beauty.
The neighbors, a group of teens who at the time were my best
friends, after moving into Elise's house, who was my last, and
possibly still, my best friend.
They hollered up trying to figure out what was wrong,
i think i called back louder than needed hoping my mother would
hear me complaining. As far as i remember she didn't.
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