Moving out.

I'm leaving it all behind. I'm leaving photos, books, cds, memories and ideas in my little hermatically sealed room. I'm leaving it all in the back of my mind somewhere, to tidy up my head and start filling it up with new thoughts.
I'm leaving my dreams behind, dreams of hands entwined thoughts shared, dreams of kisses and mended hearts. I'm leaving my memories, memories of smiles and friendly fights, of long dark mornings and crying in bathrooms. I'm leaving the town behind, endless walks from school to town, from friends to school and round and round inside that building that has taken care of me for three years. I'm leaving little bits of myself behind too, numbers of friends and people I might never see again. I'm leaving it all, but somehow I know it'll follow me around anyway. That I can never entirely let go. After all it's helped make me who I am.