I am walking around the grocery store the same way I walk through life
I am holding the things I came for but I can not leave
I have nowhere to go yet I do not stop to decide what is next
Turn left... turn right... go straight
My brain is far from here
I am on autopilot with no directions
I know I am missing something... I can feel it
There is a nagging voice telling me not yet
So i wonder aimless...
Not knowing what i need, where i am going, but i am waiting...
for something to give my trip purpose
To give me the permission to leave
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After Drowning - A Collection
Short StoryJournal and poems that deal with different areas of life. TW: Depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, sexual assault
