How It Is

Today was my last day of school.
Things have been strange lately.
My nights have begun to manifest themselves into a perpetual summer,
A hunger for freedom and open road.
All I want to do is pack a few things and head
East until I can see the blackness that smothers me
Sweetly and haunts my dreams;
I want to lose myself in the trees.
I want to be hit with the blinding familiarity that plagues my mind.
Maybe then I can actually let go and move on.