i apologize,
my previous emotional state prevents my hands from
finding their way to this journal, and
my feet forget the direction out of my
makeshift cot in the closet that is now my room.
i should feel bad about staying in bed all day - but i dont
perhaps my body wanted to experience what it felt like to
be able to stay in one place for as long as it possibly can.
YOU ARE READING
ready to run
Teen Fictionmy presence is trivial my soul is in anguish my veins crave the connection of a human touch yet here i stay, with a packed bag under my bed ready to run to the next identity i will adopt (this story is written roughly - sorry)
