Gone. A word. A sound. A movement. A action. The description of my absence. Yes, my absence. 

Who can keep track of time? Neither I had known that I was gone. I missed the "sound of applaud". Story Views that applauded me. To mold me, as an energy of encouragement. But I ran away from it didn't I?

Run. 

Who?

Difference lies between the words that I feel. Parallel to what I do. Look. She said. Stop. You can face everything. Embarrassment is a syndrome backspace. A memory that you would like to forget.

Back. 

Here and now. I'm leaving the town. Roots that's secured. Push me down. Again is my name to start anew. So it's nice to meet you. My name is you.

I guess I had left my responsiblities here. A reader will not R.I.P. if one's story is not complete. Back again for the last times. The duration that one will complete. Last bid goodbyes of the dreams and reality. Softly spoken who is she? 

"somethingfromyworld" is me. And this are the last days I'll spend to repay the joy being shared. Last words are here and look to the sun. Blindness takes over. As I make my way to the end of the door. Open and I shall seek. Fantasies must leave so that realities can set in.

This is me. 

God Bless.