The crazy
part about leaving wasn’t even about leaving but the mere truth that I just
left without saying a word. No e-goodbyes, No e-hugs, No Arnold-made-popular
“I’ll be back”, no hopes for a return, just the back of the door I shut behind
me.
Everyone kept
gazing and staring, hoping and believing, that someday, that door would open
again and I’ll walk in again with a bigger backpack containing a better
journal, a golden pen and a nicer laptop with more confidence and having the
head of fear on my palms like a roman soldier.