Emotional

Home.

Suddenly – the whoosh of whirling wind, carrying all my memories

Hit a delicate temple within my mind, heart and soul.

I wallowed around the tranquil lake, seizing the warm summer breeze,

Knowing that I will never find a home like this again.

As I capture the view that comforts me, my emotions feel conflicted.

I can feel my chest amalgamate in blues, yellows and grey.

Every memory I hold so far fills my soul. Hugs my hollow heart.

And cradles me into a sky of a dream-like reality.

Like a melody that reels in your heart and drops it once it's over,

But I don't want it to end. Why does it have to end?

Why is all this happening? I've been asking myself this

A lot more lately. And many, many, many more questions -

As I pace around my room, which is slowly getting packed up;

As I stare at the blasted brown box responsible for my almost empty room;

As I vividly recall its once bright, warm beauty.

And as I drench, yet another shirt in a salty shower of tears.

How can I sleep knowing I'd have to wake to another day of packing?

Packing 16 years of my life in several, blasted brown boxes,

Packing the only life, I've ever known!

The sunset is just another countdown for me, my family,

And those who have become like family – here.

Some say that this may all be for the best.

That everything will be alright?

Sometimes I push through the day attempting to forget this new fate.

Sometimes I convince myself that I can easily handle all this sudden change.

Sometimes – it all just feels remarkably surreal...