The Art Of Leaving

I wanted to vanish completely that even I wouldn't remember me no memories no feelings just the freedom of oblivion I realized now that I wanted to disappear to get so lost that nobody would ever find me to go so far away that I won't be able to make my way home again but I have no idea why I want to retreat from the world and ponder in solitude it struck me then that the world is full of holes holes you could fall into never to be seen again I couldn't understand the difference between disappearing and death both seemed the same to me both left holes holes in your heart holes in your life There are people out there who do this they pick up and then they leave sometimes they were never really there other times they're with you but a thousand miles away taking a walk down an endless road standing in a field of daffodils on some unknown cliff they're floating through space The art of leaving.