Time

It's time for another camping trip. It will be one of those spontaneous ones without a map or thought involved. Wanna get away? Yes I do. I don't like feeling like this. I don't want to feel as if I am nothing and be placed on the same list or the same category as a men's magazine. All it does to me is take me back to my childhood and I can remember watching my cousin walking across the street to his house still buttoning his pants and buckling his belt. It is disturbing and painful to know that this is all I have ever meant to anyone. In so many ways I guess I deserve it and that doesn't mean I want it. Time is useless if all it does is serve as a reminder of who or what I am in the eyes of the one who looks back at me.