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+2019-01-11
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+***
+
+for as long as I can remember
+I've always been afflicted with wanderlust
+
+from the very beginning
+wandering in waist-high grass in the train yard
+threatening to run away
+to become lost in the titan machines, slowly rusting towards their demise
+given my father's blessing
+
+and you were there when the doldrums started
+when I met that accursed brown tumult of hair
+starting the first sparks to stoke the flame
+that would eventually become me
+
+every day
+I told you I wanted to run away
+and you never listened, did you?
+
+or maybe you just listened too hard.
+
+we thought Neocities would be a fresh start
+given a world of our own instead of cookie-cutter templates
+then Lucine made a scene
+and with light the shards teemed
+and freedom just became another pipe dream.
+
+whether from a genuine need for rebirth
+or easily-triggered boredom, pervading through
+it seems I am destined to never stand still
+to never settle down in one place
+
+either grow or not
+forever leaving behind link rot
+for the next safe place, I have always sought
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander