I can feel the heat behind my eyes get worse, as my tears start to blur the trees and bushes, creating one slow, moving mix of colors as we drive away from the people I love the most.
As if all of them standing outside, waving goodbye will make the blur dissappear. I try to blink away my tears to get a few last looks at the beautiful, but rainy scenery that usually comforts me. Only now it fills me with more despair and empty space than what was there before. I am going back now, and every vague image i manage to pull up of the people i love, their faces as i pull away early from a hug, their aknowledgments of the pain in my face, just turns the heat behind my eyes to a blistering fire. I cringe from the feeling in my chest, like four cinder blocks were launched at my chest at the exact same time that my heart tries to escape my body, hoping to get away from the painful emotioins recieved from my brain.
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