It was in this moment that I felt free. Running away from everything that filled me with hate and sadness, the fear of my past catching up with me. Maybe one day it would, as I have been living within Nevada longer then I had anywhere else in my entire life.
My past lives within me everyday at work and every night that I fall into a fitful slumber, to be woken screaming in the seclusion of my own bedroom. Alone. Other nights I can hear the whispers of those long gone, and those that have haunted me within my dreams. A chill runs down my spine as the wind gently picks up, startling me. Sometimes I feel as if the wind is the souls of all of the people that have died, rushing to be free of this world. They are like me trying to escape, wanting to show what I really am, the person that I truly am. The Sara that got left behind so many years before, when I had become too afraid to live, when I had become too afraid to love, when I had become too afraid to care.
So many people have rushed in and out of my life, taking bites and pieces of me as they left. I suppose I am like a puzzle missing many of its pieces. And I now plan on retrieving them, and putting myself back together.