Growing

Growing

Now I’m older, when I run

I’m running on planes and trains

I’m running in the backseat of a stranger’s car

Waking up in someone else’s bathroom.

Running out of time,

Racing against sanity.

 

Now I’m older, when I cry

I’m crying through songs and bongs

I’m crying with my skin wrapped around someone else

Waking up into another dream again.

Running out of water,

Racing against insanity.

 

Picture credits: Nela Dunato on Pinterest 

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