I wander looking for a richer life. Not the type money‘ll buy. No, all I need is a desire to walk, to look at the world, to savour every god damned moment I’m alive. Strangers smile as I pass. I must be doing the same. I wait for a red light. I jaywalk as soon as I can. Simple pleasures.
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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