Violent Colour

There was a certain sadness in me as I piled my books into cardboard boxes that day. I pulled all my clothes off their hangers and climbed up to the top of my cupboard to grab my suitcase. Memories for each item I packed away projecting themselves on the bare walls around me. Movies of the last three years, in violent colour.

My first day here.

The first time I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe.

But I packed all my boxes, alone. I lovingly packed away my photographs of all the people I had come to love. I had said my goodbyes to everyone. I just didn’t know that as I was leaving, leaving the town that had become my home, my safe place, I was saying goodbye to myself too.



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