live in fear, or be fearless. its your choice. even though it wasn't mine. i never got a choice.
i cant just live in your house, without you. i cant keep living a lie. its been days, no sign of you.
sleeping in your bed, eating your food. completely free of rent.
i cant keep living in your house because i know it will all eventually make its way back to me.
i believe in karma.
i dont know how im going to get anywhere, but ill figure it out. again.
i walk outside, and down the sharp, short, medal steps.
i dont have anything but the clothes on my back.
i begin walking, and eventually make it out of your lot.
when i was around 14, i would go on walks to clear my mind.
when i go on walks, my mind just takes over naturally.
the dry dirt crunching under my worn down converse soothes me as my mind speaks to itself.
why cant i just have a home. a home thats a home for more than 3 weeks.
not temporary.
permanent
because im scared.
im scared of committing myself to a person, a place.
i hold great fear when it comes to commitment.
