Im leaving tomorrow. I've packed my things and taken some of them to the new house already. All that's left now is to let the fresh, sterile, white, paint dry. Covering everything on my walls is always painful, but it's been a year and now it's time for me to go. I'm going to the country. Not so many things there to set my brain off. This time it was downtown. Before there was some suburb in a "nice" town. The people there were anything but nice. They smiled with venom spewing from their fangs, sent food with metaphorical poison in it. I've lived in the "hood" with drug dealers as neighbors. There was a trailer in some long forgotten park, a cabin in the woods, a beach house, a group home. The first year I stayed with an old lady in exchange for help around her garden and some chores. Now before my brain decides it spill out onto the walls and delay my departure, I only have one thing left to do. I close my eyes and finally find some silence in the form of sleep. Tomorrow I leave this empty shell behind.
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