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- nomadic
- 2019-01-11
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- for as long as I can remember
- I've always been afflicted with wanderlust
- from the very beginning
- wandering in waist-high grass in the train yard
- threatening to run away
- to become lost in the titan machines, slowly rusting towards their demise
- given my father's blessing
- and you were there when the doldrums started
- when I met that accursed brown tumult of hair
- starting the first sparks to stoke the flame
- that would eventually become me
- every day
- I told you I wanted to run away
- and you never listened, did you?
- or maybe you just listened too hard.
- we thought Neocities would be a fresh start
- given a world of our own instead of cookie-cutter templates
- then Lucine made a scene
- and with light the shards teemed
- and freedom just became another pipe dream.
- whether from a genuine need for rebirth
- or easily-triggered boredom, pervading through
- it seems I am destined to never stand still
- to never settle down in one place
- either grow or not
- forever leaving behind link rot
- for the next safe place, I have always sought
- ***
- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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