Wed, 01/24/2018 - 19:52 -- abald

I live in the gap

of generations.

I can embrace one

but I don't know how.

I am too old

but I am too young, 

I am too experienced

but I haven't lived yet.

Where do I go?

Where do I belong?

Perhaps in the gap

of my own generation.

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