People Always Leave.

And you fire up your engine, listen to it hurl, feel all the horse power pumping... the pistons racing against each other, competing. You sit in the driver's seat, feel the breeze in your hair, wipe the tears from your eyes, look at the long unending road, and the glow of the green light. And then, as the light ticks to red, you speed off into that murky road...hoping to be held back but wishing not.

What you don't know is that feeling of being invincible and oh so free is so liberating at first and then starts to gag your being altogether. When you turn to the ones you trust and the slam the door at your face. When life closes all it's doors at you...when not even a window is left ajar. Where do you run to? Whom do you turn to?

When no one comes to your rescue, and you're left unspoken to. Left untouched and unloved. The thin red line between sanity and reality, when it's left far far behind the prescribed and the savior turns his back... you realize, nothing lasts forever. You realize that it's too late to hope for any change and that everything ceases to realism.

That's when every part you clings onto memories and yesterday. You're thrown off-course and made to believe that nothing and no one will ever stand by you. You're lingering in the eerie silence of loneliness and destitute and nothing can save you from fate.

People always leave.