Anticipation as it becomes solitude

I am addicted to novelty and allergic at the same time.
I want to be jaded,
comfortable.
I want to know what will come for me
each day until night.
But I have been met with so much sudden poison
that
I am most afraid when the seas are calm.
When comfort is its own kind of agitation.
Everything was always the eye of the storm
so
forgive me when I leave town again.

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