To leave one's home.
All the belongings,
Hand picked,
Like fresh fruit.
Slowly rotting,
Left to decay,
Behind the walls.
Forever lost.
To leave one's friends.
All the people,
Slowly fading,
Like ghosts.
Slowly cooling,
Like hot lava,
Solidifying to obsidian.
Forever Cold.
To leave one's world.
All the memories,
Shining bright,
Like candle flames.
Burning to their ends,
Left dark, blackened, cold,
Eroding in the winds of time.
Forever gone.
To leave one's self.
An empty husk,
Crinkling in the wind.
To create anew,
In a new home,
with new friends,
in a new world...
Shining bright
