Citizen Detached
If my lungs would motivate the words to come out, I'd
probably say "I'm dying to leave." It's been a long time
since I've felt right. I've been counting down the days.
It's been a long time since I've felt right. This home
isn't home to me. (I've never felt more alone. This town
is not a home.) But I've never felt more at home.
