I am not that kind of girl that wants a lot of things she can't have. I know when things are out of reach for the most part and generally I can't tell what I can have. I am my own prison and have always been. The locks around my neck served no other purpose other than to dillude myself into thinking there will always be hope for me. Now those locks are gone and that stain they left was a scratch that heals.
God, sometimes I wish I could talk about whatever I want in here but what would I say if I was free to do so. I don't think I'd say anything much different than I already enter in here.
Eric has renetered into my life and we might hangout on Friday if he doesn't have work on Saturday, putting me a day off on my travel. I will then get to Sac by Saturday in that case, not that anyone was planning anything for me. No, nobody can make anything speical for me now. No one waits for me by the train. No signs or open arms. I have a phone call and that's all. Then my Pa'pa comes on his trusty stead to take me away to my castle where I was once chained. There I plan my escapes to them. I always go to them. So until I find one worthy, I will always have my trusty stead to wisk them away to an adventure together.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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