People have this funny habit of asking me where I’m going. My answer’s always the same. “In circles” I tell them. Sometimes I wonder why they wanted to know in the first place. Maybe it’s the over-sized backpack I’m always carrying. Maybe it’s the dirty shoes. Maybe it’s because I’m always glancing over my shoulder mid-conversation, to see if anyone’s looking. Still, I think it’s because , to them, I look lost. Every time I catch my reflection in a rear-view mirror, even I’m surprised at how restless I look when I’m not, how anxious I only seem.

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