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There is a constant urge settled in my chest to leave. I get off on stupid five minute car rides to the nearest convenience store. Holding a one way ticket in my hand on a worn train sends a rush through my heart. When I walk to the park and swing, back and forth until I loose count, That is what I live for. I hope to go on camping trips with people I can share existential crises with while we look at the sky we float in at night. I want to go to foreign countries and try a bit of every food, even ones I probably won't like. I'm anxious for the day that I can start driving and keep on going until my gas tank is low and I stop at a ****** diner and talk to a stranger and eat bad pancakes. And yet here I am, participating in an ongoing robotic system, Going to school for 7 hours a day, Going to rehearsal, Doing homework, Coming home and eating dinner, hoping my brother doesn't have work that day. But, I still have a crying need to breathe, and live, and move. And I hope that one day, I will.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
Wanderlust
There is a constant urge settled in my chest to leave. I get off on stupid five minute car rides to the nearest convenience store. Holding a one way ticket in my hand on a worn train sends a rush through my heart. When I walk to the park and swing, back and forth until I loose count, That is what I live for. I hope to go on camping trips with people I can share existential crises with while we look at the sky we float in at night. I want to go to foreign countries and try a bit of every food, even ones I probably won't like. I'm anxious for the day that I can start driving and keep on going until my gas tank is low and I stop at a ****** diner and talk to a stranger and eat bad pancakes. And yet here I am, participating in an ongoing robotic system, Going to school for 7 hours a day, Going to rehearsal, Doing homework, Coming home and eating dinner, hoping my brother doesn't have work that day. But, I still have a crying need to breathe, and live, and move. And I hope that one day, I will.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
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