Happiness is to Spontaneity
as
depression is to dormancy.
I roam these white halls
white walls
5 days a week
only to do the same cycle
meek
same food
same classes
same people
same doors
only to feel lost and alone
I dream of running and escaping this hell
Watching the cultures of different lands
Seeking out the stars from every given altitude
Sleeping under a blanket of night
Finding a home that finally feels right
but
first I must navigate these halls once more
school does end for a year.