In an effort to maintain silence, or I don't know, mark out my own space, I've "run away" twice.
While (others would say) ironically but I would say intentionally staying dependent.
Needless to say, I have made peace with my family.
While keeping the necessary distance.
Better to depend on them than on inconsistent strangers.
All that to allow the spoiled lost boy space to wander.
If on invisible tethers.
Yeah, shit happens.
But I'll ever be thankful.
To still be able to walk on my feet.
And find things out for myself.
Shirt, Don Protasio
Shorts, Perry Ellis
Boots, Timberland, thrifted
Bag, Fred Perry
To gaze out in silence.
And by the way, Merry Christmas!