Neverwhere
I thought I could be free someday tried my best to go out of town Now I’m away Living a life the past me could never imagine I imagine the past me coming into my dream “Wait, do we eventually make it?” She asks I stare silently I’m stuck Between the sun’s warmth And the breeze of winter My mind splits between the life I never had And the life I once lived Eventually Neither is good Neither really feels like home. … I’m stuck… GL, 07.12.22.