so much anticipation
to do something great here
to become someone great here.
i'm in my old skin looking out my window in my little quilted bed. watching groups walk by.
i feel so alone, but i chose this didn't i? i chose solitude instead of going out and trying.
creating this world i never saw anyone in it for a while, and this person infected it, ran loose in my life and tore down my walls. but when i'm alone i love the time i have watching clouds and tracing concrete lines in my wall, basking in the sun without a so much on my mind. i might lose myself in my mind someday, sun tea in hand, endless novel in another. and i'm okay with it. waiting for the right people to come along, because here i don't fit.
i'm not sure why i thought i would in a tiny town of dying dreams and bridges. i want to leap off them and see where i land.
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