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When I Am Older

I want a large house. Large enough to keep it all for myself. In the kitchen I want a table. A table large enough to fit a million people. Not because I want a million people to sit with me,but because when I’m alone I can feel surrounded. Next to that table I want huge windows that let me see the world even when I can’t leave and I’m silently still. I want dozens of flights of stairs that circle to the ceiling because when I’m alone I can pretend I’m in a fairytale escaping from the life I wish I never had. I don’t want any pets to mourn my death when I’m gone. I don’t want flowers or cups or placemats in my house as a reminder that I’ll forever be alone and the only person to keep me company is myself. I want a library in my house because it stores so many genres of books. If my life is as lonely as I think it will be the library will be there to fill my head with dozens of adventures I could never dream of being on. In the back of my house I want a pool. A really big pool so when I’m sad I can wash away my tears. I can fall deep to the bottom and fade into a portal of my own imagination. You might ask why I want to live alone and sometimes I’m not sure ,but when I grow up I’ll be sitting at that table next to the windows and the flights of stairs and the library and the pool constantly hearing the movement of the clock waiting for someone to join me at the table

Copyright © Kaylee Massey | Year Posted 2021

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Date: 11/11/2021 2:35:00 AM

A very poignant write, Kaylee, reach out, you don’t always have to sit at the table alone. Welcome to Poetry Soup. John

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