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I realized some bridges need to be burned so that I can't go back to chasing ghosts that haunt my dreams
This is not how I thought it would go
I thought if I gave you room you would feel free in that freedom understanding love choose we but now its just me realizing thinking knowing Its time for my departure a pivotal moment I keep telling myself not to look back because in some universes this bridge is only in my imagination a hologram created by my longing for how coming back to life feels
I've been combing through it like a crime scene investigation grieving like a funeral looking for someone like you selfishly praying to you wishing you would stop me watching the clock hoping you will break tell me not to go wishing that you would know that I let you go because I know what love is
Now boarding flight 518 to Shanghai with a 4 and 1/2 hour layover freezing as our cold war leads to no more I don't want to go back without you I feel homeless


  1. Very strong writing. I know that feeling of emotional homelessness; it's a sense of walking around with a gaping hole in your spirit-body (or whatever) that doesn't have the self-respect to bleed so people would give a damn. I am going to share this!

    1. Thats exactly how it feels. Thank you for the read, comment, and share.

  2. wow...quite the cascade of words and feeling in this theron...i feel the ache and emptiness that comes...the homeless at the end is a great touch for that is the feeling....

  3. Theron! This is such a force...the presentation in the lack of punctuation gives it a hurried, get it out now before I lose the will is force, though in your writing you are actually committing to closure despite that sense of homelessness you's potent, it's passion, it's felt.

  4. Pungent cascade of emotions, bittersweet memories trying not to turn purely bitter, hope flaring and falling...excellent stream of consciousness writing here, Theron, totally involving from first to last.

  5. The last three lines are incredible. The pace is awesome.


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