I just took the long lonely road. For, if I’d stay another moment longer I know that date would not come. So without warning I packed my bag and just left. Everything I’ve seen, done and felt comes with this little knapsack. I’m not sure if this will be a higher plane or a heated road I just know I have to get away. Leaving might be brave or cowardly depending on your own road but for me it’s the only way I can go.