Late night scrawls

Walking through the under pass, all I could think about was what had been. I knew I had to come back at some point, but not now. I wasn’t ready to face anyone, especially those things which I knew would take more strength than I was capable of presently. I was weak with luggage and tired with anticipation. My own bad decisions coincided with my own stupidity. Stepping out into the street, chills abruptly coming and going, the sun hit my face. My vision was momentarily blocked when I stumbled forward, my case in hand and a dozen other bags balanced on my arms.

I had begun to make my way ‘home’. I looked from left to right and then straight ahead, with everything so familiar yet my mind elsewhere. I crossed the street as a single tear splashed onto my hand, but I quickly brushed its remains from my face. This was the last place I wanted to be, especially all alone with a weight upon my shoulders. Someone rescue me? Please, someone take me away from here, and take me to my real home.