Times like these I wish I knew where to go if I just left.
When I have enough income, I will move away. I will to change my name, my number, everything about me and live somewhere no one would ever think to look for me. I just want to get lost, and never be found. I would stop going on social networks: Facebook, Instagram, and Tumblr. Just to live somewhere with a new identity will allow me to start on my life all over again. My friends or family would never hear a ‘peep’ from me, in fact some might report me as missing. I wouldn’t warn anyone, just one day I’m going to walk out my doors at the dusk of dawn and leave with only a few belongings; clothes, shoes, toiletries, cosmetics, a few accessories, legal documents, and my wallet. Upon leaving my “home” I would leave the house key, my bed, books…etc. I would hope my folks get rid of what I leave behind, because for what I know is this. The day I leave is the day I stop existing. Maybe one day, after that move ill come back to my hometown, no one would know, but I would see those I cared for from a distance, just a peek at how their doing. Only once would I come to do that, because leaving a second time I know I had said goodbye to that life and embrace the new one.
The story of a dead runaway gypsy.