3 years ago on this day ...I left....it was raining and cold...I didn't have enough room to carry all my past...there were many I had to leave behind.3 years ago I kissed my last kisses...people I'm not gonna kiss anymore.3 years ago ...I left.I'm still leaving.
There are times, I feel I am a prisoner.
I want to leave everything behind, go back to embrace my friends.
And then I think to myself what if when I go back they're not there anymore? What if they're turned into people that I don't know anymore? Or may be I have changed so much that I can't find them anymore?
Then I feel sad and lonely again, like a prisoner in a prison of my own choice.
