Ms. Ane Thrope

Here

I love here. 

I love the business of everyone and everything.

I want to do and see and feel everything.

And, it is that, that is making me constantly scared.

I cannot humanly fulfill all of this. 

I find myself repeating everything.

I cannot enjoy conversation, because I know I keep telling you the same things over and over again. 

And, the museum was not arranged in color order.

And, my milk was at the wrong temperature.

I suddenly understand why doctors prescribed lonely country sides.

I love here.

But, my mind cannot handle all of this. 

I love here.

But, here is my demise. 

I cannot handle this. 

I must run from here.

Again and again.

It pulls me back. 

It keeps me inside, even as I run away for miles and miles.