im here. i have no idea where here is.. but its where i am. im not moving either.. and if i am, its at such a slow pace to the point where it doesnt even register on a spedometer. i was laying down. now im crawling. but i want to stand. i want to run. i want to fly. i want to soar. i am a caged condor. ive spread my wings before, but theyre confined to my sides in this current cell. i want to move forward. away. from everything i was. from everybody i know. into comfortable conformity. i want to surrender my rebellion to the teen years. im an adult stuck in high school. i just want to escape. i dont even talk to my classmates. theyre all 16. all too busy throwing paper airplanes at the teacher. or play fighting with girls to establish a close sense of comfort. even if theyre 21 or 26 or 27, this citys air is a pathogen for repression. my heart aches at the thought of soaring above all this. leaving all anchors and tethers and training wheels behind. just me and the cool pacific breeze hitting my face. eyes closed. mouth pursed into a silent smile. knowing that 1000 feet below me is sure death. and 2000 miles ahead is new life new land new opportunity.
i wish i were a bird. so i could rise above this room coagulated with empty dreams and heavy hopes.
im here. here is where i am.
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