I write, “Mother, Father, I’m running away from home! I no longer wish to see the tears roll down your faces. Is much too much for much of me.
I wish for clearer skies and wishful breezes, the kind that lift one’s spirit, despite one’s body being seldom lifted.
I move to Vancouver tomorrow, I do not wish to be spoken to, I do not wish to hear from you.
I hope you will respect this final wish as I do not know how long I will need.
I leave the flimsy sheet of paper on my wooden desk at home. The airplane ticket is already booked, I just need to head to the airport.
I call my friend who’s supposed to be picking me up. The other end rings several times, then drops to mailbox. I shrug and grab my backpack and the gym bag I packed the night before, I head out the door and begin walking.
I think, “People can’t be depended on. This much I know is true. So true, that I can not even depend on myself.
What is wrong… that I could have what I think is good and still be felt as wrong?”
My phone rings, my friend has called back. I pick up.
She speaks, “Hey, sorry about that, was still in the gym. Are you leaving early?”
I shake my head, “On time.”
“Oh, sorry, sorry I’m running home right now, I’ll pick you up?”
I hang up. I think, “People can’t be depended on. How many excuses, how many lies! Told over and over again, this: the greatest lie –the last time.
How short-sighted can humans be? Terribly so, terribly so.”
My phone rings. I hesitate, I want to leave it, yet I squarely pick up.
I speak, “So…”
A different voice speaks, “This is your Mom. What the hell are you doing?”
“Mom, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“You’re making me worried! You shouldn’t do that, you’re my son. Aren’t son and mother always supposed to be happy?
I’m coming home, will you stay?”
“I’m leaving Mom,” I hang up.
I go to my friend’s contact and delete her from my phone. Several more calls come to my phone. I silence them and continue walking.