I knew it was time to move on when even the trees around me wispered about me in the dark. I had to move on. I had to leave the world behind.

But the trees knew my face, the the white cloth could hide my shame.

Only toook a suitcase. I left my humble cottage in the woods.

I left it all so I could be a solitary being.

The black clothing hid my shame and grief.

The leaves rustling mocked me. The sun was done shining for me. Now it’s weak light was just an annoying glare in my eyes.

So I left and didn’t look back.

Best decision of my life.