I always wanted to leave. To let my soul fly like the birds. To feel the sweetness of an endless escape. Not to leave for other places. To escape from my very own life.
To throw "stops" on my path. To smash the signs that marked the routes. To step on the dividing lines. To defy the speed limits. To leave without a destination. An escape within the very escape. As if my own self was always chasing me.
And just when I found a clearing, to take a breath, for heaven’s sake, to set up a tent to rest, the alarm clock inside me would ring and deafen me.
In leaving, I left behind a lot of junk. However, in my rush, I also left behind very important things. Some jewels, let’s say, valuable, that some had gifted me to adorn my soul...
