Wandering star

I was not born to stay in one place. Trees put down roots. But I’ve never been a tree.

My feet itch. They itch and they burn and they physically ache when I can’t move. When I can’t spread my wings. And I haven’t been able to the way I need to.

I’m not meant to stay here and I don’t know how much longer I can do it sanely.

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