justusville

Thoughts clogged until you come around again finding my personal space and drawing a line around it so I can remember, it can't be for them. The dripping cement steps forms a waterfall your legs fall down to the last step your feet hit the ground and outlook alive there was something right about the launch off of your stoop you don't notice anyone else and you wouldn't know if someone looked at you. You pass the corner and still haven't left your head. It sits back top center on your body as the air clears your lungs. Your wrong usually but for some shit reason this feels right you sense it's time to grow up but you need time to erect the statue of your adult self. You gain strength and learn different ways to send it to the top so you'll stand solid not needing anything from anyone and them nothing from you