troll under the bridge


i do love home, it has some stunning beauty + its people are some of the best i’ve met

but ever increasingly, when i get a bus, or get in my car, i’m having to stop myself from leaving. not from leaving my job or uni, but from leaving everything. no goodbyes, no keeping contact, just getting on a plane + never looking back

i dream so much of getting out of this place that i often wonder if i would actually miss any of it


One Response to “troll under the bridge”

  1. liloo Says:

    you wouldn’t, trust me, I’ve done it before… :)

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