Little unforgivable creature now. Grime of the Scottsdale mellow. I never belonged here; not in this magnificent, foreign place where they grew; not in the calm and relaxation their family, wealth, and happiness offered. Not me. Family history: poor and dysfunctional. Personal background: self-destructive and anxious. Still I was offered an opportunity to become someone better, a step up from the wasteland I knew, and most importantly, a new home without memories. I clung to this safe haven and hid myself away. thinking I was clean, I built walls in my pretty new refuge to keep the tarnish away. I wasn't clean then. I'm not now. I brought this filth with me, under my nails and in my clothes, in my memories and between my toes. It festered and multiplied, perfecting this chaos in time. Now again, I seek escape, from all these mistakes that were made along the way, to any foreign world... or sanctum without a cage. I thought I was better than this! ...And yet like a snail, I have left a trail of slime all while mistakenly thinking I was leaving it behind. .