Life Story

A Poem by scarlynn

BEGINNING:

I've lived in this city for fifteen of my eighteen years, but I still refuse to call it home. This is how my love life is, and anyone stupid enough to get close to me could tell you exactly the same thing. I seek something ethereal and important in my world but nothing falls at my feet the way I think it will - this was just the start of my problem. It has floated behind me since I was three years old.

MIDDLE:

I'm too proud of something in my soul to admit that I am mediocre. I know there is more to the world than time and space, and I'm trying to put a name to it other than "borderline personality" because it's the most beautiful thing that has ever been forced upon me. Sometimes I think I'm not even alive, but I credit that feeling to the stars and the alignments I can't put a finger on. I look for someone who thinks exactly the way I do - in the way of levitation and groundedness.

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