Aug 2018
Who would have thought that
I'd find myself sitting here
Out of all places
Staring down the lights
As they pass overhead and
I do not feign sleep
Listening to songs
Night and morning hours blurred
Not caring who hears
Thinking that I could
Possibly have it in me
To miss this rat race
With that lofty goal
Of my past six years of life
Only five days out
I'd find myself sitting here
Out of all places
Staring down the lights
As they pass overhead and
I do not feign sleep
Listening to songs
Night and morning hours blurred
Not caring who hears
Thinking that I could
Possibly have it in me
To miss this rat race
With that lofty goal
Of my past six years of life
Only five days out
Only five days until I move in, and for the first time I'm not sure I'm ready.
I was ******* this place before, and I have little intention of taking most of it back (except for the really out there outbursts and moments), but I think, for the first time in seven moves, I'm nervous about leaving a place I've felt trapped in. Maybe I'm just nervous about the change.
I was ******* this place before, and I have little intention of taking most of it back (except for the really out there outbursts and moments), but I think, for the first time in seven moves, I'm nervous about leaving a place I've felt trapped in. Maybe I'm just nervous about the change.
