I'm old and I still call myself a girl. Some boys just need a dog. I knew girls that just wanted a man. I know people who want nothing more than a successful career or a loving relationship. Me, I'm good with having a place to write all the things I don't say because there's no one to say it to or I fear judgement or I'm just too shy to say aloud or admit to thinking.
Yes, my mind is a wild, beautiful junkyards with various piles of used and unused, discarded and missing, words, musings and thoughts.
Like, sometimes I imagine the blinking light of the smoke detector is the mother ship finally arriving to take me home having taken forever to realize I've been dropped on the wrong planet.
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