10,000 Words Part 25: Away

So I’m walking away like I’m Keyser Söze.

I’m straightening out, dropping the hobble, I’m not looking back, and I’m picking up speed, I’m away.

And I never was shy and I never was slow, it was only a lens I wanted you to see me through. If you’ve got to ask why, well then you’ll never know.

And before too long you’ll look back at the space where I never was, see all the clues and if you had been paying attention, you’d always have seen:

It was me all along.

But you didn’t.

You don’t.

And I’m gone.