I’m Running Away

because I quit school.

Dusting off my hands, jumping on the next cheap form of long-distance travel, and heading to who-knows-where.

Changing my number, cutting my hair, going by a new name.

I felt I was done for this semester back at the beginning of September. I didn’t want to be; I made an earnest effort not to be, but it suddenly and very clearly became pointless.

Integrating, assimilating. Pushing hard, letting up. Nothing worked, and my patience wore thin.

I’m out.

Of everything.