This feels weird. I don't want to seem unthankful, and I probably will. It's not that I regret anything or maybe forgot about all the amazing experiences that Colorado gave me (or, should I say, Colorado LET me take these experiences). You see, I need to move because there are too many ghosts of my disappointing choices/events/memories here.And I am not even running away from them. I know that running away does not help. But the ghosts tend to settle down, they like to live on the same streets, in the same coffee shops, bars, libraries, music venues, in the same weather, dry air, behind the same curtains.

I am also aware that I've been through this before. Not even once. And many ghosts were left behind.

Detachment does not equal isolation or solitude. It equals freedom. And those who irrevocably desire to stay connected to me, will fight the inevitable into-a-ghost-transformation, and will find me again. Because they are real stars, and stars live forever.

I also know what I just wrote is way too personal. But, what the heck. After all, art is the most expressive way for my soul to scream. And those, here, are just words.