There are days..

There are rare days when I wish I could disappear. Just move away and never make contact again. I wonder what people would say? What would they think?

I would like to have that kind of freedom. The freedom to pack a bag and drive off. To start a fresh new life in a new place. What would that be like?I'm going to do it one day.

I'm going to pack my bag in the middle of the night, and disappear. That'll be fun. I can imagine it now.

One night, a night like tonight or last night. Restless. Moody. Of course I have to be living on my own, because I'll never lose my family. I'll grab a bag, pack some clothes, and drive. Doesn't have to be far. Just to a different city. Start over. That seems so inviting.

Why does it always have to come down to you leaving, before I say I love you?
Why do I always use the words that cut the deepest? When I know how much it hurts you.Oh baby, why? Do I do that to you?

Artsy blog tonight. Sigh.