I invented mythologies for places I could not go. I imagined what they would be like inside, the wonders that would greet me. The people would say hello and everyone would know my name and I'd finally belong. And now, I pretend that that's my life. I walk around my home not in the reality that I exist in, but in the one that I hope lives somewhere else. The walls and the floor are cold here and you can hear the wind through the house and I'm so exhausted that I fall asleep before the bed even gets a chance to get warm.

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