Leaving home to feel better


I terminal-ran at the bottom of midnight

from my red-eye flight out from under Greenwashington, DC.

It was the firsttime on myown.

The run was on a desperateloop away from

all my family.


Gettingaway was a foot-run

of miles upon miles.


But forgetting paindreams

is an endless walk of alchemy.





This is so relatable to just about any teen, the title alone is something I say all the time. 

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