she sat, walked, listening to Lorde
relating, not relating
blending in, fading out
“There’s nothing more I want
Except to be alone”
true? was it true?
she didn’t know.
oh, so tired, spelling ‘are’ as ‘our.’
autocorrect did not correct.
“everything will glow for you.”
all the happy, but she pushed it away,
one step away,