She grabbed her faux leather messenger bag,
threw in 3 old band t-shirts, 3 pairs of underwear,
2 bras and a couple pairs of ripped skinny jeans, her Polaroid camera to take photographs of where she goes, a book, a journal to document her thoughts, a sketch pad, a package of Marlboro Red 100's, a lighter, her iPod and some toiletries. She didn't say anything, she just out and left. No note, no warning, nothing but her mess of a room. She smiled at her room, her dream catcher, her poster-strewn walls, all of it.
And she slipped out of her window. 'Goodbye,' She thought to herself and started walking. But what she didn't know was she had
just left her life and started a brand new one. She was walking to the edge of oblivion. She was shooting herself straight off a cliff,
off of the safety under her roof, the safety of her bed, the safety of everything she left behind. All she had was that bag. 17 items. That was her life. 17 items to keep her safe, 17 items to live on for the rest of her time. For the 3 years until she was 18. Until she could show her face in public again until she could be seen. But until then, she was alone. She sparked her lighter and lit up a cigarette. All alone with her bag and a package of cigarettes. She sat down on the curb by the bus stop and began to draw. And that was that. She was lost in her mind. Her mind had run farther than she had. Because after all,
we're
all
mad
here..
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
She grabbed her faux leather messenger bag,
threw in 3 old band t-shirts, 3 pairs of underwear,
2 bras and a couple pairs of ripped skinny jeans, her Polaroid camera to take photographs of where she goes, a book, a journal to document her thoughts, a sketch pad, a package of Marlboro Red 100's, a lighter, her iPod and some toiletries. She didn't say anything, she just out and left. No note, no warning, nothing but her mess of a room. She smiled at her room, her dream catcher, her poster-strewn walls, all of it.
And she slipped out of her window. 'Goodbye,' She thought to herself and started walking. But what she didn't know was she had
just left her life and started a brand new one. She was walking to the edge of oblivion. She was shooting herself straight off a cliff,
off of the safety under her roof, the safety of her bed, the safety of everything she left behind. All she had was that bag. 17 items. That was her life. 17 items to keep her safe, 17 items to live on for the rest of her time. For the 3 years until she was 18. Until she could show her face in public again until she could be seen. But until then, she was alone. She sparked her lighter and lit up a cigarette. All alone with her bag and a package of cigarettes. She sat down on the curb by the bus stop and began to draw. And that was that. She was lost in her mind. Her mind had run farther than she had. Because after all,
we're
all
mad
here..
Have you ever just wanted to run away? No note, no warning of leave, just pack your things and leave your world to create your own. To taste the edge of oblivion.
