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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