Some days I want to just
Go back to...

Normal.

And I wonder if "normal" ever existed for me
Ever
Ever
In my life...

This...

Sham?

You say I have "pretty eyes"
I don't...
I can't...

I don't know how I still want to run screaming
I need a place to drop it
To deposit
All this feeling
I feel like...

Parks
And street lamps
And soft orange glows
Were made for
Something
Else
And I don't want to think about
Anything
Planned
Or spirited
Or fated
Or that there even are Fates
And I want to just...
Finally be far enough way that...

That
Nothing can touch me.