your head is always in the clouds
floating around, refusing to stay
tethered to the ground
"reality is overrated anyways"
so your mind lives within
the next month, or year,
or decade.
you've created a beautiful life
for your 19 year old self
it spends its days studying abroad;
half the year in Paris,
the other half in Rome.
and your 21 year old self,
it's always traveling
it goes on spontaneous road trips
and sleeps under the stars.
you're so focused
on how your life will be
eventually.
but the future is leaving, my love;
along with the present.
"you spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day and how awesome it'll be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present" (aka the quote this poem was inspired by) -Looking for Alaska