Maybe the time for this came
For I am lost, lost,
Once again…
The morning wasn’t much different from other mornings. I was alone. I felt alone. Yes, morning as usual as any other morning I’ve had in the past few months. Morning as usual as it could get in my current life. Morning as usual as… as mornings used to be before I ran away from home. Let’s not pretend otherwise anymore. My moving across the ocean to a new country wasn’t anything else but one last attempt to run away, to break free, to live.
The morning wasn’t much different from other mornings. The dawn came upon me as I rubbed my eyes free of sleep, turning on a tiny lantern I hung up on a sticky coat hanger on the wall of my van. I found my pants on the floor where I threw them yesterday right before I went to sleep, but instead of putting them on, I just…
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