it-is's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- we'll be a tribe, live in makeshift tents in the woods and fight wild animals and survive I keep dreaming of being chased, of fleeing in a group of people I'm trying to protect alongside myself, through urban jungle landscapes, across freeways and city streets and through labyrinthine houses with hidden passageways and false walls. And I always wake up unsatisfied. Like a piece of me has been left behind there, protecting those people I don't know except within that world. There, they are my closest friends and I love them like family. I wish I could meet them here. In waking life. Like a band of mismatched souls drawn together through adversity. I would flee our would-be captors with them forever. Anything is better than the isolated mundane everyday that I'm experiencing now. 11:22 a.m. - 2019-06-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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