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What the Future is Like
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Freedom: College Year 1 I sit alone in my dorm room the last week of the first semester.
I am calm now, listening.
(I hear you.)
(I hear you.)
Greeting green after overtime feels
habitual.
It is a life alone, quiet but real,
not putting up the fronts I had to
when I was loud.
I'm falling in love with a routine,
another hilarious blonde girl,
a passing rain cloud.
We have to keep laughing to pass the time.
I love it,
it was impossible that we could be this lucky.
I love it,
our stories are somehow intertwined.
I need to breathe more.
I can do that with this music and deep blue floor.
Maybe the equation of freedom has a variable Distance,
maybe I'm stronger than I think I am.
And then again-
maybe not.
I can see the bay tonight,
the last night of this semester,
tell me what are you seeing at home?
TELL ME WHAT ARE YOU SEEING AT HOME?!
