Sunday, January 14, 2007
That naughty wind that would take me away
I'm feeling it again. That compulsion to drop everything and leave. The same way I was forced to all my formative years, and the way I propelled myself forward since the day I stepped out of home.
I. Don't. Want. To. Be. Here. Anymore.
There is nothing here for me.
Nobody who needs me enough that I should stay.
Nobody who would particularly notice if I was gone.
Or if I was upset.
Or if I was happy.
Nothing that would bind me.
So what's keeping me?
Maybe it's a hope that things can still get better.
Maybe it's a dream that the longer I stay, maybe something will come with me when I go.
Or perhaps it'll only confirm what I've known all along...
That there are only a handful of people in this world who draw me back to them - and they are related to me by blood. ... and who else could feel the same way when I miss them?
Why does it make so much more sense to keep moving?
But do I want to be alone?
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