The Shoebox

Its a little frustrating that it all comes down to a couple of things. My life in a shoe box is where I stand. There was a light drizzle which turned into flurries which then turned into a blizzard, and all I had to protect me from the weather was a shoe box full of old mail and some spare cash. I went to the bus station and told the clerk that I wanted a one way pass to the furthest the buses went. With the little cash I had, I purchased that ticket and with the change left over, I put it back into the shoe box and considered it a savings. I looked out my window and the blizzard had turned into a mild down pour but the voice from the speakers announced that the buses will be delayed in departing. I curled up in the last row of seats and saw an almost empty bus. The rain was still pouring outside and as I looked to the city that I had spent nearly half a my life in, I asked myself why I hadn't left sooner. Why did I wait for this to happen before realizing I needed to get out? I remember coming to the city when I was still a teenager. Full of hope and energy. Now I leave exhausted and still on the search for something I can't fully understand. I dreamed of 24 hour parties and endless row of buildings as a youngster but now I yearn for a quiet town with endless row of grass so I can possibly raise a puppy. I sit here with a shoe box full of old mail and some change. The old change is my savings to get me started in my new town. The old mail is to remind myself of the life I've left behind.