I'm dreaming these days of losing everything I know and selling cable knit sweaters in a well-decorated store for the rest of time. Read books in the afternoons, scrounge money for yoga, burn candles and time, travel for six months a year.
Meanwhile I'm skidding along a gravel road, dragging and bumping through real problems that I've never really had before. I'm closing my eyes and forgetting and dreaming of alternate reality that doesn't speak to who I actually might be at all.
I just want to turn off time and reality for a second and turn off feelings, too. I never want to grow up.
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