Forward

The sheets are all damp with the humid air

and the glow from the screens is the only light I see.

It's just music.

And it pumps through my ears like blood into my head.

I live for these lines and melodies.

There is so much going in and on and around.

Don't you worry about what doesn't concern you.

I am afraid of getting left behind.

I'm always afraid they're leaving me behind.

But in a week or two I think I'll find

that I'm the one doing the leaving.

Don't look back, kid.

Part of me always hated it here anyways.

I wasn't made to live in these boxes.

The people here are content with a life I can never want.

I long for something different.

I told em earlier, "Fuck this place. I hate it."

Well, maybe I don't really. I've just grown out of it.

Echoes.

And I think this place is haunted.

I heard voices

and they echoed.

It's been haunted my whole life.

Sometimes we just shove the ghosts aside.

Lets pass them on to someone new.

We are starting somewhere new.

I'm all for starting over.

I've been decomposing in this stuffy place.

The sheets cling to me.

The summer air pours over my face.

I will only miss the night time here.

I will only miss the memories.

I will choose to forget some of them.

Yeah, sometimes I thrived here. 

I grew.

Albeit, slowly.

My heads a little backwards and broken.

But I'm not dead yet.

So I have a chance.

Move me into a new light.

Feed me the riches of diversity and acceptance and friendship.

I will thrive.

I will grow.

And just maybe

my head will get turned

right side up, again.