Once upon a time, I'd have done anything to get out. Get away. Move to some far-off land and never look back.
It was the people who I called friends, in combination with those I called, and still call, family.
I don't want to stay here. But I don't hate this city for what it is. Just what it holds.
I want to see the world.
But I've got people here now. People who are good for me. People that outweigh those who hurt me still.
I don't know what I'll do when the time comes to decide.
I don't want to vacation everywhere.
I want to live everywhere.
And I guess I'll have to one day deal with the fact that yes, I will finally meet people I don't want to leave behind.
It's been so long without such people...
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