Leaving ties unbound, a day like this makes me want to leave things behind. A habit of mine that I usually detest in myself, leaving stuff, unsaid words, unfelt emotions and worst of all, people I care about and bits of myself. Like leaving a trail of blood, these things are part of my being, bits of myself that others recognise me by.
There was damage done this time, but I’m unsure of the cause. I have ideas but no knowledge.
Of course, all this is about what is behind, not about what I have, or what is ahead.