Then and Now
Posing for cameras
That ran out of film months ago
Realizing this time I made it to December without cutting my hair
I struggle to stay in the moment
And dream of next year
Of “getting out”
Of this place I absolutely love
Dreaming of coconut milk
Rain in place of snow
And sunshine
I’m not sure if it’s better
I’ll still be me when I get there
And anxiety can cross the ocean without a plane
Either way
I need to find out for myself
Next year this will be then
Hopefully I’ve outran my anxiety by now
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