is such a sudden action. She’s leaving. I left. I’m leaving. Leave me. Just leave it.
I’m left to my thoughts and I think that I like leaving a lot. Moving between places, people and situations. Like my life is changing and I have power over it.
Not today.
Today I learned that somebody is leaving soon, and at the same time I tried to leave and felt like I didn’t succeed. I’m left with unresolved tensions building up, and I want to leave it all behind.
Leaving is the beginning of a fresh start. But what if others need fresh starts without you? And what if you need one without them? Who is leaving who? Is this just a strange game of balances that cancel each other out? Where do the feelings find space in all of this? Like: is there any space left, at the end of everything?
(Also, not leaving at all – just not to leave anything out. That’s the opposite of something sudden. It’s pondered, and shouldn’t be an action that disappears in the wrinkles of time.)
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