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What will life look like 2 years from now?
Can I hear the train whistle between the brush of trees?
The howling of coyotes and roars of mountain lions,
Maybe I’ll be cruising down the golden coast.
I’m hungry for it.
Dry toast and black coffee from a waitress named Diane
It’s not just surviving anymore
I’ll feel at home once the ocean breeze hits my face,
Once it takes my hair between its salty grasp.
I’ll feel whole
Unrecognizable
Unknown.
On my own
No one to please
Just me and a couple sand fleas.
I was always an unusual girl my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul no moral compass pointing due north No fixed personality just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean and if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying
Because I was born to be the other woman who belonged to no one who belonged to everyone who had nothing Who wanted everything
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