The city lights sparkle in the distance. The breeze flows heavily through the open windows and attempts to take my hair away with it. My packed to the brim suitcase rattles against the backseat as my heart rattles against my ribcage, both of which are as eager as my soul for this new beginning.
My hometown and rotten memories are nearly distant history, only holding my footprints which will soon fade into oblivion. My eyes are set and my headlights are set and my future is set on New York City and the bright lights and skyscrapers reaching as high as I for my dreams. I have no place to live or job to work or plan whatsoever, but I know that this city and its uncertainties will be better for me than any of those certainties in my old home.
I fell in love many times in that run down town, but the amount of despair and heartbreaks vastly outnumber the moments of joy. Old ghosts flutter the town. They live around every corner. They are in the local pubs and crawl beneath the bleachers. They rest in the stitches of my bed's linen and whisper in the dead of the night. I can hardly breath in the streets without my lungs lounging out for a lost dream... You see I needed to leave. To run. To escape. It was the only way to survive.
The city lights are growing closer. My future is brightening already, though the moon is high in the sky and the streets are as quiet as can be. The ghosts are gone. The nightmares are over. My life can once more be filled with light and hope and love and God. The city lights are among me... and I among them.