A Very, Very Long Time
I love how everything is so far away.
I love how every one is so far away.
I love how walking for an hour will take me to the other side of Delaware.
At that rate, how far might I get if I devote an entire day to walking?
How far?
I wonder...
Where might I go?
What might I do?
Does it matter? I get away from here. That's all I'm looking for.
Away.
No. Things aren't bad. I'm just trapped. Whether here is good or not doesn't entirely matter. I am trapped. Confined. Alone, except for my father and my sister. My two cats. My dog. My imaginary friends who live inside of the computer.
I'm about to go on a very long walk. Well, I would, but my father is making dinner to be eaten when my mother comes home.
I'm not hungry at all. But I can not refuse. It is impossible without much confrontation, which I choose to avoid.
So here I sit. In front of the computer. Disappointed with my most recent interview... wondering when and how I will get a job... to get money... to get a car... to use to take my driving test.... I wonder. If I do get a job... how would I get there? I can not drive. Soon, my father will have knee surgery, preventing him from doing so as well.
If Kroger does not hire me
and Buehlers does not hire me
then I will have to wait for him to recover
to attempt to get a job
to get money... to get a car... to get my lisence... and save money... and save money... and save money... to get an apartment... and get another job closer to it. And then... then I won't be trapped.
But that won't be for a very, very long time.
I love how every one is so far away.
I love how walking for an hour will take me to the other side of Delaware.
At that rate, how far might I get if I devote an entire day to walking?
How far?
I wonder...
Where might I go?
What might I do?
Does it matter? I get away from here. That's all I'm looking for.
Away.
No. Things aren't bad. I'm just trapped. Whether here is good or not doesn't entirely matter. I am trapped. Confined. Alone, except for my father and my sister. My two cats. My dog. My imaginary friends who live inside of the computer.
I'm about to go on a very long walk. Well, I would, but my father is making dinner to be eaten when my mother comes home.
I'm not hungry at all. But I can not refuse. It is impossible without much confrontation, which I choose to avoid.
So here I sit. In front of the computer. Disappointed with my most recent interview... wondering when and how I will get a job... to get money... to get a car... to use to take my driving test.... I wonder. If I do get a job... how would I get there? I can not drive. Soon, my father will have knee surgery, preventing him from doing so as well.
If Kroger does not hire me
and Buehlers does not hire me
then I will have to wait for him to recover
to attempt to get a job
to get money... to get a car... to get my lisence... and save money... and save money... and save money... to get an apartment... and get another job closer to it. And then... then I won't be trapped.
But that won't be for a very, very long time.