I am a nomad

idle traveler

vagabond

if home is where the heart is

I guess I am homeless

, but I would rather be free

than confined to dragging

my heavy heart

along the side of a manilla folder

“What are you waiting for?

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go outside

for the first time

in a long time”

but I am too slow-

anchored by my own helplessness

like weighted water

it’s too hard to swim

it’s too hard to sleep

I have school tomorrow