In the a.m.

Light footsteps on the stairwell, humming to myself as I go up the spiral.
I'm twelve, in my head, imagining what it'd be like to be far away.
Up in the attic, red carpet, white walls  so much space...
I lay on the carpet and drift away.
Now, almost twenty one, a bit wiser, slightly more foolish
I still wonder what it'll be like to be far away
From my skin, my surroundings
But I Love. It's astounding
but it sucks.


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