It’s all in my head.
But I’m breaking out
much better.
I’ll meet you on the other side.
I’ll meet you
where this city ends,
over cardboard boxes
and cracks in the pavement.
I’ll meet you, there
where the light reaches our skin
and all this numbness
is memory, gone away.
This journey is meant to
guide us to brighter skies
and to discover our
green grasses galore.
Come meet me,
not how they expect you.
Meet me how you are.
Right.
Now.




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