Do you ever dream of standing up from your office desk and just fucking off somewhere? Anywhere? Just to get away from all of it. To free yourself from the worries and concerns that you didn’t choose but were lumbered with. I do. Really a lot. Just get a VW Camper van and head off somewhere with trees and lakes.
I’d need a drivers license right enough.
Shut up you, I’m having a moment.
Unaccepted
Frequently
When I have a moment to breathe
I wonder.
What it would be like to just not.
To just not
Engage with conventional life
And be free
To be who I genuinely am.
I’m not fake.
I’m honest, I’m earnest, I’m real.
Too much time
is spent trying to fit in here.
And for what?
To be accepted by a world
That always
Has a war to fight against peace.
