I sat on a train this week.
I let the hours fly by as I sat by the window.
I admit that I hated it.
Hours of being left to my mind on a thin metal bullet doesn't console me much.
But I realize it was healthy.
It was good to just leave everything behind,
And travel to a city where no one knew me.
To see a musical that made me weep.
It was purifying.
I left the polluted city and came back home.
I missed it.
I was gone for 3 days,
And yet I came back and curled in my bed with a sleepy smile.
The good thing about going to a new city is that your ghosts can't find you.
I almost forgot about my dreaded schoolwork.
I let a playing test slip my mind let my worries over my seat melt away.
I wasn't reminded by every sound and every movement of my kitty.
But now I'm back.
My school work has caught up to me,
I will no longer have my chair in orchestra,
And my cat is still dead.
I can run from to a city of lights,
But, inevitably, I will always come back to my city of ghosts.
