between here and there.

Stuck between feeling like an adult but also a child.
Still dreaming of roaming, of being free –
running with no holds barred abandon into the abyss.

Nothing but possibilities.

and yet I wake up to a set of probabilities, some of
which I’m not even sure that I want, yet.
What do you do when they both feel like home..


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