Sigh. My hair coming down because of the wind. Green all around. And make-believe the river of my childhood is not the wasteland it's become now.
Yes, my old methods of daydreaming have come back...
I kind of feel out of place in them... though strangely at home at the same time.
After all, I'm just retracing steps that have already been taken a long time ago.
I love myself. I love what I have worked for to be in the place I am now with myself.
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