There's nowhere to go in this town but out, so I'm gone. Like the ones I laughed with--they're gone, too. I don't know what's next, but I don't want to stay.
If she ever had the chance, would she do it all again?
I dreamt about this old song yesterday. We tried to make a music video to it and got as far as walking on the beach, me wearing one of your shirts and a pair of sunglasses, stepping solemnly by the water. You step elsewhere now.
But I'm back in our woods. I run because that's always been the best way to pass this transition time, the time I'm too impatient to sit through for the wait and see. Leaves cover roots so I bounce lightly, more up and down than forward, but faster than I'd thought.
Take a bow.
No. Keep going.
These two legs will save me.
Star maps to the sun.
Light streaks through the trees and breaks against the orange, red, yellow--I break faster--
You're playing you now.
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