As the day draws nearer. You feel solemn. More than anything else. Always. Wretched. It dawned on you that the truth is, you have been on a run for the past six years and there is a reason why. The beginning of it all. Why you are never here. It was the perfect excuse to never talk about it ever again. 

This is the analogy a friend said recently. Each of us have closets which we constantly close them and move to the next. However, unlike the fortunate ones who have the leisure to fold and pack everything in nicely, we on the other hand have been in such a chaotic state to throw and fit everything in base on survival instincts, in order to move on to the next. Hence, ours is an exploding junk yard which never had a proper ceremonial closure. It is always there. Always lurking. Unravelling when you least expect it.