Roommates in The Kid Used To Dream

There comes a point when you will feel like an ornament. You sit on the shelf and you are there because you remind someone of how they felt the day they found you. You represent a moment of happiness. If you fell from the shelf and broke in half - and were fortunate enough to be fixed and placed back on the shelf - it’s because of what you brought not necessarily who you are now.

Seems like I’ve been that ornament since I was born. Maybe that’s why I’m okay as a loner. Maybe the few years of complete connection was all I was supposed to have. I mean, unconditional love means I have to accept everything as the way it is without judgment.

I’m trying to be a good roommate. I’m not going to lie - it’s an adjustment. It’s like being alone without being alone.