20 something’s

I can’t play the

Fantasy anymore.

I’ve outgrown my circumstances. I hate the cage normalcy places me in. I bite at the bars.

I am intellectually bored.

I am intellectually bored by my surroundings and I’ve outgrown running away.

How is it that I feel too old and too young simultaneously.

I’m caught between, and ravenous for something.

Intresting.

I’ve stared learning French.

I float and am perceived and

Please, only know me to your comfort level.

I am bored.

I am bored and I am not running away.

— maturity