before i vanish
there are things i wish i'd said. when there was still time. before i completely vanished.
the truth is i am constantly thinking about running away. always dreaming it. always picturing it.
never being satisfied with where i am in life.
it is the seventeenth of september and i am watching the swans leave for winter. summer's officially over. life goes into darkness again. it is a long way back to where we began,
i am still missing my childhood as if it was an open wound. some things never heal. like the soul a long time ago was demolished.
i wish life to consist of a plane ride, far away to places in the world where these wounds are not so fragile. i am still looking into my eyes in the mirror and meet a stranger.
the truth is i am constantly thinking about running away. always dreaming it. always picturing it.
never being satisfied with where i am in life.
it is the seventeenth of september and i am watching the swans leave for winter. summer's officially over. life goes into darkness again. it is a long way back to where we began,
i am still missing my childhood as if it was an open wound. some things never heal. like the soul a long time ago was demolished.
i wish life to consist of a plane ride, far away to places in the world where these wounds are not so fragile. i am still looking into my eyes in the mirror and meet a stranger.