Vampire

Not sure if this will be a poem or a rant. Maybe a little bit of both? I just find it weird I'm stuck in a lot of ways. "Growth Mindset" what each recited ontop a cliff that day. More or less...a happy sentiment etched on ceramic. I wonder if I had a running sprint off it, what impression would have been left on those who met me prior but then chose to forget.

I get along really well with people in the process of moving out from their childhoods but haven't yet signed over a lease. We're so awkward, aversion of the eyes, but easily excitable about the games and toys we like. It's pathetic.

Well...I'm pathetic. Just like their shoe size, they'll grow out of me too, someday. And I'll still be here. Still the same. Carrying around a child's pain like the radio noise in creepy corridors inside Victorian spaces. Whatever though... I'm still adjacent from her and deep engravings on skin.