Everything slips away so easily now; very few -- if any at all -- are left to hold on to, to keep myself steady. Each minute that passes I feel less and less myself, crumbling away into space like an abandoned satellite, without orbit, without purpose. What keeps me here? What keeps me from leaving? Crowded with things fleeting, things temporary, what is there left that could be so significant in my life to matter?
More than anything, the desire to leave simply overtakes everything else. Courage I am without, but when one day it alights on my heart, it shall be used to finally step out the door -- and leave.
