Leaving Reading became harder then it should have. Meeting the Morales family again and knowing that Carlos is dead made me not want to go. I wanted to fix things, but I would only get in the way of everyone's lives. I just kept on moving and I tryed my hardest not to look back.
"Saying your leaving is one thing. Actually leaving is another. Saying it gives you attention. Doing it gives you pride. Why don't I feel the pride though?"
I'm taking a break near a McDonald's. Smelling that food and not being able to get any gave me reason to move on. I found reasons all around in the trip. Things like seeing a happy family all the way to seeing birds flying. Making my future as happy as that family and wanting to feel as free as those birds gave me reason. Just small things like that was good enough.
"People find reasons everyday when they wake up and don't realize. The people that do look for a reason and can't are the ones withe the most reasons, but looking for the wrong ones. Don't look for a reason, just know there is one."
At Salt Lake, I think I'm taking to many breaks. I'm barley that far from Reading and I would usually make it atleast 50 miles in a good day. I'm not even going 20. I need something to make me forget. Something that will remind me of why I'm doing this. I think I might need to remember my pass. The pass of me being with my family. I've pushed those memories back for so long, but I need them now.
"The memories you don't want to remember are the ones you do. The good memories disappear, but if you always have bad memories you might learn how to forget everything."
I started by remembering the first day in California. Constant screaming and heavy lifting. I had to do pretty much all the work even if all my things fitted in two boxes. My mom was getting our papers to get us started in school. The one thing I didn't want to deal with. Having to start a new school year and deal with new drama. I wasn't ready for that. I told my mom to get me home schooled, but like always she ignored me. I got hurt multiple times and she never cared. I took myself to the hospital once after breaking my hand. She didn't even know and I had a cast for 4 weeks.
"Just because your family doesn't mean you have to love eachother. It atleast make you pay attention to one another. Did any every notice me?"
YOU ARE READING
Where The Road Takes Me. Where Will It End?
RandomA homeless teen is traveling from California to Canada to start up a new life. He rights down what he's going through on the journey in poems. On his journey he finds something better then that.
