So I ran, comforts to call.
Movements that left me stagnant.
I scan the photos that line my walls.
Images before foolish hopes and smiles still rang truth.
Caught forever, or at least long enough to know that I was there and I was happy.
I would have forgotten the placement of our bodies.
I don't know why my dreams put me back in this house stirring up senseless arguments.
I thought I was gone and I don't see me going back.
I don't want an old home to go back to and I don't wonder what it's like to fly.
And I'm glad I can't.
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I don't even know what all these genres even are but this is some good shit.
edit: I actually do know what most of these genres are, about two years later. khonsu00