Melt, flow, disappear.
I don’t know how to be a person. Yet I am irrevocably, undeniably human. The constant need to say “I” is proof enough.
Unfamiliar is foreign, and thus undesirable. But I’m sick of this box. I panicked a little the other day when I realized this won’t be my room forever. But it’s been my room forever, and I’ll never grow if I can’t pretend it’s not home.