Bright lights, shiny tile walkways, sterile scent of retail
Slowly I stroll through
Vacant spaces filled with an arid anxiousness
A small crowd forming around a sharp corner
I find a quiet place at an empty gate, settling in
I swirl my cold coffee cup between my fingers in absence
Feeling the icy condensation run off my palm
Realizing perhaps I never really thought of any of this through
Driven by pain, emotion, heartache, sheer will
Emerging from my haven
My beautiful little world
I'm not ready
Rest and breathe, feel
Then run until you can't anymore
Run fast
Run far
But first, I must wait
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