Constellations Of The Mind

LEAVING

I'm not always going to be around. I've tried to open my eyes and perceive things as those considered my peers do, but it feels out of order and cumbersome to do so. I don't know where I belong, and I may never. You must understand, and you must try to as quickly as possible because I don't feel as if there is time enough to waste precious words, used in inaccurate context, explaining the concept to you. I'm packing up my shit, and I'm getting out of here. I'm escaping my isolated state of mind, escaping this barricaded city. This place represents everything that I'm trying to rid myself of. If I cannot scrub or scrape the dirt and grime that it has left on me away, then I'll find elsewhere to reside. I'll taste new flavors in new voices and hear new hues call to me from new, uncharted skies. Don't forgive me because I am certainly not apologizing. There is no reason for me to feel corrupted, and I anticipate that you'll be able to manage my absence well. Besides, there will hardly be any absence at all. I was misplaced from the start, so leaving will more likely balance the scales rather than tip them. Forget me, but adore me. When I'm gone, love whom you have forgotten. Let the sudden balance that you feel thin the air cause solace to seep into your soul until you feel most content. Do not be apprehensive for my return; It is unlikely that I will. I'm leaving. It's such an overwhelming thought. I'm finally leaving. Love me when I'm gone. I hope that once I leave, you will forget me, but, of course, what's out of sight is never truly out of mind, only pushed into the far corners of it. I hope that you never search those corners again.