for so long i've wanted to be somewhere else. to be something else. to…

for so long i've wanted to be somewhere else. to be something else. to be understood. to be loved like nothing else mattered in the world. i wish they sold new lives at garage sales. i saw three garage sales today while i was driving around with the windows down. old furniture, books, clothes, records…all beautiful relics of people's lives that they just can't wait to get rid of. it's sad. all these things for sale, but no life for me to purchase. just reminders of old lives. lives they are trying to forget, just as i.