Gone

I decided to leave today. It wasn't too hard, that sounds so
distanced but there you go, I feel distanced, out of it or whatever you
want to call it. If I stay any longer, I don't know what I will do. I
could tell you how it started, but then again even I don't know how it
did just that, all I know is that one morning I found that the only way
I could solve all my problems was to run away from them. I suppose any
person with a inch of sensibility would tell me to stay here, work
things through, but I have decided upon a clean break, and this is the
way I must go about it.
I packed my bag this morning, it didn't take too long there was nothing
much to take, a few bits and pieces of clothing, my notebook and pens
and my money. I can find somewhere to stay when I get there, maybe I'll
go to one of my distant friends, the ones no one down here knows about,
they will protect me and then I'll begin the road to happiness once
again. I see all these people around here, they're all so happy, so
contented. I know that feeling, but it seems so foreign. I swing open
the front door, somewhere, someone told me that this was a sign of
hope. I hope it is too. I leave my keys in my pocket and feel like the
girl in the Beatles song leaving home for the first time. Thats it.