Tuesday, December 18, 2012

day 93

Every time I think of a busy subway
I miss my old home back in Toronto
My days of getting lost and feeling okay
And the urge in my body to just get out and let the bones in my toes drag me to where I'm supposed to be

This sense of freedom and getting lost and being nauseous and being broke, dirty, tired, and hungry
All those senses in one little heart
I miss being an artist

Nowadays
When I picture a crowded subway
I just get motion sickness
with a lot of disappointment and confusion and a lot more sadness
I've been spinning around trying to figure out who I can be for so long...
I've lost control of who I actually am

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