at least I do in writing
I can't help but think the nomad
knows
that I am just and insignificant dragonfly
trapped, with wings gently pressed together by the hands of a child.
no longer free to fly from one end of my exhibit to the other,
or look over the edge--Just to see.
Sometimes I'll duck down behind a particularly thick bush and pretend I'm a spy.
I erased those pages in my notebook though, so I don't do that anymore.
But Somedays, when I'm sitting in class I look out the window and think
"it'd be so amazing to just walk away from here."
I'd be missing and never look back
no name
no memories
no expectations
no pressure at all.
I'd belong away from everywhere.
Until then I write my saga in purposely yellowed notebooks
I got from the bookstore because I want to be hipster
I'll create a new identity during every chance meeting
and remind myself repeatedly that
I belong away from everywhere,
but for now I'm here.
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