My Runaway

As rain is pouring its droplets onto the muddy floor, I am decided, confused but ready to spell my thoughts. I've never ordered my mind or could easily think things through. Thousands of questions popping, such as unstoppable flashes of an old camera, in my mind. Several of them finish unanswered, due to lack of personal or human knowledge. Slowly crawling, finding their way while the deep black unanswered questions hole of my mind widens.

Tonight, I packed my stuff.
I am leaving, this shitty home, this shitty daily life routine. I'm just sick of it all. And feel ready to explore, to free my heart, buried deep down in its solid hole.

One way or another, the unknown attracts me, I'm brave enough to sink in it.