it is impossible to explain to you the impressive desire to go: not to run exactly, but to go, somewhere, anywhere, just go.
and this is not to say i want to abandon any of you: i want you with me, i want you in my bosom, in my arms, i want us laughing and free and mad and on the move. i want us just not here, we don’t belong here, we don’t fit, we weren’t meant for this.
and i guess it’s a tired and pathetic type of rebellion, to be mortified, to be stuck, to be mired into the same mundane catastrophe that everyone else is in. but i don’t know, i get like this, this panic, looking out the window, this manic desire to sweep us all out of here and into that other life we truly deserve.