I left.
And I've never felt so alive.
Blurred images of what I used to know cascaded along the cloudy, spotted window. Making my
ambivalence clear, I pulled my jacket over my head, blocking my peripheral vision, keeping me from
making any hasty reluctance-filled decisions. It's been 3 hours since I walked out the door. It's been 3
hours since I detached myself from the person of which I used to be known. It's been 3 hours since I
abandoned"my home", Kent, Washington.
I never liked that place.
So desolate, so brutally unchanging.
Every moment I spent there was a vortex of waste. My mind had catapulted into an infinite
arithmetic sequence of dizziness, desperately seeking some kind of justification as to why my
life was important there.
But it doesn't matter now.
Because I'm on the search. The search for my purpose.
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The Search
Teen Fiction"my entire existence span at an ever constant speed of exuberance. " Roslyn meets Vincent. A love letter to teenage romance and existential inquiries, The Search is a depiction of a dazed 17 year old's experiences after she runs away to the mirage...
