I told you I was unconventional and you didnât believe me. you thought I would just give in and take any old title and any hand to hold and call it good and get on with it. you thought I would take only the risks I was expected to take, to be only what you expected me to be.
I prove you wrong with every breath. I am running sure, but not toward your so called real-life or supposed-toâs. I am sprinting away from your borrowed understanding of the world and your boring laid out life.Â
Iâll change my location, my language, my name; not to be different or interesting, but because I am different and I am interested, interested in not being around you and your feeble understanding of what it means to be alive.Â
r.y.n. | you misunderstood me, Iâm not leaving because of you

















