up at dawn.
i rustle the leaves of my clothes, i smooth the branches and twigs of my hair and soon i will quiet the bark of my stomach. preparing is a routine for me and finally i stop in front of the mirror. and all of a sudden the train in the distant stops tooting, the music playing in the corner of my room stops playing and even the birds outside stop singing. time just stops and lets a moment of realization happen.
i am young and i am free.
and life will no longer make me.
now i have to hurry and leave because i have a long drive ahead.
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