Footprint

I've been burring my head into stories just to get my mind off everything. Sometimes there is just too much to process and I choose the easy way out- ignorance.

I can't cry because crying makes it feel real, it hurts. So I'm either pretending or focusing my attention on reading stories.

This chapter of my life is closing soon and I don't know what to do. I've never been good at goodbyes and this time it is for real. No more 'Oh, maybe there is a chance that I'll come back', I'm going back for good.

My footprints in Perth will slowly fade away until one day I'll be just another footprint on the beach, washed away by the waves.