Leaving

As falling stars light my way
And greet the rays of coming day
As I take this step not alone
But take this step far from home
I wish you well, I wish you might
All be happy, all be right
And when I return, we'll celebrate
With love and laughter, sweets and cake
But for now as the sun breaches the sky
I'll wish you all a fond goodbye.

Thanks for everything
MK


Lame in lyric, but it said what it said. He shoved the piece of paper under one of the rocks he'd collected from the springs, leaving it on the table, and hoisted his bag over one shoulder. He glanced around the room that had become his home over the last few months and found that he was going to miss it.

Well, nothing said he couldn't come back and visit.

And this thing would come to an end one day...it had too.

One last glance and he shifted the gun shoved in the back of his jeans to a more comfortable position, hidden by his black jacket. He could have left for New York straight through his own bedroom door, but some stupid sense had him wanting to look out onto the Realm, catch the fresh breeze, absorb some of that life before he condemned himself to noise and gray paved streets.

And crowded solitude.

So he headed down to the main doors to do just that.