Head Space
I want you out of my head. Trapped between two armies without an exit. All sorts of forces floating around out there. You want to see behind the curtain. I want you out of my head. No net to catch me. The struggle to find something. Shot through me all the way to my childhood self. Another coded judgement of that California living. Yesterday, you were just some nice man with a car. And I said fine one more time just to be sure I won. And in complete and self-sustained aloneness, I felt more like myself than I ever had.
Author Bio
Andrea Gabel is returning English student at Palomar College. Her day job is as a CPA, and her daydreaming is consumed by thoughts of reading and writing.