Flyaway girl

I constantly want to escape,

Fly back to the past

Or magically add dimensions to the present

Elusively create the future.

I’m just rarely present

In the now

Sometimes it’s the thought of the passage in a book,

other times it’s a picture

Now and then it’s just me

I feel like I drive myself crazy.

Always gone, always there or away

bUt so rarely here.

What is it that I so fear?

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