I’m floating away. Isn’t bad only bizarre. Being out here in the dark riding a wave I don’t see, but feel I’m on the crest of. I lived like this before. Though then I had the shield of my youth. Now I’m twisted by experience. I have to learn to live again.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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