Californiacation

For 11 years now, i've been staring out the same window, seeing the same people, same trees, and breathing the same air. I feel like i'm in an imaginary world. A world where all people care about is who you know.

Well, here, I haven't known anybody. I don't even know my family, and nobody knows me. Up until recently, nobody anywhere knew me. That's the "real me" atleast. Everyone has their own assumptions as to what kind of person I am, they are wrong, but I don't blame them. I have never let anyone in. Nobody's gotten close to me. I've grown up virtually alone.

An outcast by choice.

For a while now all i've wanted was to get as far away from this place as possible. I decided my destination would be California. But why California ?

Idk, I guess it started as me just wanting to live in a more active area.

But as time went on, I realized that it was perfect.

This small North Houston Suburb was, and never will be, enough for me. There's nothing here that appeals to me, especially not the people. In the past couple of years i've come to notice that there's nobody that can relate to me.. It's as if im being suppressed, even suffucated, by this small community. My dreams are ignored, my thoughts unnoticed, and my voice unheard.

It's gotten so bad even, that all I ever think about now is how i'm going to leave or me trying to find the fastest route out of here.

Everyday the train passes by my house.
Everyday planes fly overhead.

It's ironic.
My way out, is right outside my window.

This whole time, I could see it.

A symbol for my desire to leave

but my inability to go.

I just know that California is right for me.

She is right for me.

We're perfect together.

And she know's it too.

Matter of fact, she's waiting,

Anxious for my arrival.

Just as I am for her.

My platform.

For only she,

can support my dreams.

So close, but yet so far.

As time ticks away I get closer.

But the closer you get to something,

the more you want it.