A Turbulent Mind

How do you go missing without anyone finding you? Harry asked himself. All around where the possessions that he loved: books, music, shoes, pens and vellum. Yet, as he stared around the room, everything left him cold. As if nothing was his. He hadn’t earnt them, he had stolen them, at least that was what his mind told him. Everything he did was fraudulent. That he hadn’t won prizes, that he hadn’t created a career from nothing.

Harry knew new that no one would understand.

Being alone was the safest way to be. No love, nor friendship. Just him and his turbulent mind.

Taking up his favoutite pen, he wrote: I want to disappear.

Harry left his physical form behind.