How To Escape The Past Using Only A Shovel, A Deep Hole, And A Little Imagination.

I am moving. First time ever. I sat with my cousin yesterday and he said to me, damn you'll miss this place a lot won't you all the memories it holds etc. I said no, I won't. He replied but it's the only place you've ever known. I said yeah but it's a shell, that's all it is. My memories are with me still, they are in my head. My possessions come with me too, they hold parts of me in them (even if it happens to be a jar with my body parts in it).

It's true I've lived in the same place for 30 years. God I feel old. What I leave here are the issues with trust, confidence and self esteem. No more will my walls scream at me you're not worth a tin of ****. Pig - the fateful song my brother would play time and time again to remind me how he saw me. No more will I see the shadows of my past lurking around me, or the tears that stain the carpet.

I'm starting over again. This time I'm alone. Even if it's just within my heart.

I will be free.