12/03/2016
I have learned that if you must leave a
place that you have lived in and loved and
where all your yesteryears are buried
deep, leave it any way except a slow way,
leave it the fastest way you can. Never
turn back and never believe that an hour
you remember is a better hour because it
is dead. Passed years seem safe ones,
vanquished ones, while the future lives
in a cloud, formidable from a distance.