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.

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