So now I live in partial Vermont. The kind of place you'd love to die and exist. It shrouds down the brick-lain walker-friendly city streets. It shines through everyone's soul with an untraceable facial expression. And like those talked-up purple mountain königs and listless, parchingly-cold, lake-bourn tides, I find myself eternal. Just like I always wanted.
I want to flee. Vermont always was that Utopia garment in my closet. But like a wedding dress on make-out point, we feel awkward again. The most beautiful place on earth turned out to be horrifyingly real.
I'm a transient trapped inside tomorrow.
