This is a sick breed of sadness. I think about all the dead leaves I trailed in the house. More baggage, more mood swings. More crazy feelings in my veins. The people whose faces I miss stack into piles on my lap. Already treading a high tide, more to think about. More things to pace about. I always wondered how people simply move away. And I did, I packed my years of mess into suitcases and crossed that Louisiana border. I wonder how it'd be if I had stayed.. would I still have these friendships to show for? Would have I truly lived? Would I be alive?