I'm so glad of my experiences
So thankful for each and every one
But I have a habit of indulging myself after the fact
I cannot forget the past, and why should I?
I am Gatsby, but I am fine
So here I am at a cafe
Listening to songs and dialogue I once knew by heart
I root for my character, despite her faults
"Screw you, Fredric, she's gorgeous!"
And I find myself possessed
Compelled to move about in my seat
With the same breathing patterns
Same expressions
Same mindset
And I catch myself
It is the weirdest thing since I wasn't even trying
But the character is so deeply rooted in me
That I cannot hear her lines without the her inside me wanting to say them
Which is not societally acceptable in a quiet evening cafe
But I like this possession
It makes me feel accomplished
I have been told that I'm productive.
Recently?
No, years and years ago!
But like my beloved character, that's good enough for me!
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