Feb 6, 2019
Haunted town
This town is haunted. I see traces of you, traces of what used to be, traces of what I’ve gone through, traces of what I despise. Traces of what I wanted and couldn’t have.
I am trapped by all the sadness I’ve gathered since I knew who I was. I am trapped by all the expectations and holy ideals.
This whole place is no longer a place I want to be in. I want to go away and disappear. I could be where you are, or I could be anywhere else. Anywhere but here.
Nothing could fill this void, not money, not time not space nor other people.
Nothing could make me happy, but somewhere new— I could be less sad.