i think about disappearing
a lot
and where would i go
yesterday i watched the setting
sun bleed into the clouds
and the sky was a palette of bruises
i felt the city wake up
to the humid darkness of carrion
i remember wanting to leave
everything and go somewhere far away
where there's always
a delicious cup of latte
where i can read cheeky romances
on the train ride
somewhere where i could
forget that
growing up means
growing old
I hope everyone finds themselves this new year!
