I am too young for this manifestation of cravings
Not in food, not in sex, not in the recreation fun of the youth
I want to pack a suitcase
Forget the university applications
The parking lot with fold-up chairs and mary jane
Forget the boy nicknamed Koala
Leave a note for a ma with a lion mane telling her of wanted adventures
Let me move, I have time to redeem my mistakes
New friends, new foods, new life
Tear the hooks of life that keep me down
Let the wings grow and the cage around me break
Try new hobbies and live a life worth a Netflix series
This window isn't long
Drop the conscience for a mad dinner story of an adrenaline past
Sit there with riotous wrinkles in a cafe, ranting to any ear who falls victim to me
Let me move, I have time to redeem my mistakes
New friends, new foods, new life
Tear the hooks of life that keep me down
Let the wings grow and the cage around me break
Italy
Greece
Thailand
A little town called Mendoza
Gnocchi expert
Cat caretaker
Hookah businessman
A little girl serving sorbet
Let me move, I have time to redeem my mistakes
New friends, new foods, new life
Tear the hooks of life that keep me down
Let the wings grow and the cage around me break
Yet, I can't
My suitcase lays waste, renting to spiders
Scribbles in google docs of my aspiration for applications
Butt firm in a fold-up chair, a grinder in hand
My lips against a boy nicknamed Koala
My arms around a ma with a lion mane
I can't move, I don't let myself makes mistakes
Same friends, same foods, same life
Rusted are the hooks of life that keep me down
Skeleton wings and a titanium cage
Diminished to cravings of binges,
frantic searches of a condom,
and the depleted bank account for pineapple express and a mickey of tequila
About the Creator
Klo Aanderson
A random scribble in an eventful adolescent life. A personal journal of growth, demons, and soft glorious cotton-padded happiness.
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