i want to leave.
i want to leave.
i want to leave.
sometimes i feel so grounded, so content.
other times, most of the time, i feel so restless, ready for a change.
preferably, a change of scenery. i feel stuck and monotonous and redundant. this isn't where i want to be. i want a year and a half to pass. i want to move for grad school. i want to stand in the midst of a city, so unfamiliar, and not recognize anything or anyone and feel alone. i want to know how that moment would feel, how my soul would react, inevitably it's coming. as i sit here, griping about my life, i begin to think of all the unanswered questions. i ponder all the questions i want answered, all the things i have yet to make sense of, all the things i will never understand.
i will never understand how someone can have everything at their fingertips but refuse to reach out and grab it.
everything is right there
right in front of you
right in front of you
right in front of you
poetic. i like it.
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