❝ I try not to change, but i keep changing, in all these tiny ways. And every freaking time, i have to reintroduce myself to the universe all over again. ❞ Indigo x Lincoln
The message popped up on his phone, causing a buzzing both against his palm and the inside of his ribcage. It was thrilling, meeting someone who understood him like this, whim he could share the thoughts and fears with that usually got written into a song and then tucked away under his bed, hidden beneath stacks of old school books and action figures. Even in a house as loud as his, he’d always felt lonely in a way he hadn’t been able to put his finger on. But now, suddenly, the world had opened up a little.
He raised his head, looked out over the street – the glow of neon signs below, quiet chatter at the corner, a bolero playing from an open window somewhere. He’d spent his entire life on this street and he knew, if he didn’t allow himself to change, if he kept trying to fit into the box laid out for him, he’d spent the rest of it here too.
So he breathes in the cool fall air, shifts slightly on the pillow he’s thrown out onto the fire escape to not freeze his ass off and presses his thumb against the screen of his phone.
“I wish people didn’t have such static views of others. We all change all the time, why does it have to be such a huge deal? It’s like there are twenty different versions of me out there in the world and I forget who knows which one.” A pause, Lincoln shivering from the cold. “I just want to be me.”
