Eyes Like Sunsets

Is this what life feels like? I thought to myself, sinking further into my rugged chair. I guess when they say life is full of hardships, they weren't kidding. Sighing, I pushed myself out of my favorite chair, told it i'd miss it, and began to pack again. I felt the constant tugging at my chest become more vibrant, sending shock waves through my unattended, slim body. I ignored it and focused on my work. Upon my packing, I discovered a picture of my mother when she was around 10. I blinked back tears and kissed the photo, placing it in my organized box. I was never one to cry openly, or behind the curtains. Never. I reminisced on the last memories I had of my mother before shoving all my boxes closed, and hauling them down stairs, one by one.

It only took about 10 minutes to bring my boxes down, with a few trips included. I smiled successfully at my work, 'not to shabby', I think to myself. I take a good look around my forgotten, empty house and begin towing my boxes again, this time to my car. I love my car. It's a beat up white GMC Denali, I liked the whistle it sounded when I drove it. Most people told me It was junk, and I needed a new car. But as my mother always told me, “Never listen to the criticism of others. It's only your opinion of yourself that matters.” My mom was a smart woman, extremely intelligent. If only she had seen it coming...

I tossed my big, white boxes into my truck and solemnly walked back to the front porch of the house I used to live in, kissed the doorframe and trudged back to my car. Not looking back, for this house will never be mine again. I smiled a sad smile as I plunged my keys into the ignition, hearing the engine start to life. Backing out of the driveway, I took one last look at the big white house, singing 3 x 5 by John Mayer as I kissed my life goodbye.

'Off to Colorado,' I thought, 'the fucking end of life as I know it.'