once upon a time there was a beautiful princess locked away in a tower. located in a new city with trees guarding access to the natural world and GTA being played out around her.
simple things are no longer simple and the outside speaks a language she doesn’t. the controller to this reality is unfamiliar with buttons she’s still learning how to use.
she stands at on the balcony, body pressed against the wood railing enclosing her in a 6x9 living space, and watches life lived at the plex. the man living in the building across from her carries in brown plastic sacks of groceries. his mini in tow up the stairs. a black women walking her black boxer on the black parking lot pavement. cars driving past, one after another, the low hum of their engines differing with the makes. the woman living below her comes home and lets her dog out to use the english ivy encroaching the pine covered ground as a bathroom.
sometimes she lets down her hair to welcome cardinals and lady bugs into her home. childhood company. family in a way that makes her feel like they’re sitting next to her at the table, instead in another realm 500 light years away.
“is adulthood suppose to feel this way?” she asks them. together they sit, looking through the tunnel of the past in hopes to see the future.
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