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I want to go to unnamed places,
let my heart unravel across
countries and continents,
through dirt roads and busy
avenues, mountain trails and
highways, shady alleys and
industrialized streets, watching
each new day’s light rise from
the window of my morning flight,
falling asleep in new time zones
very different from my own. There
is no one I would want to get lost
in the world with, b u t y o u.

*As requested by @shriya_vk18 for #bemymuse no. 34


And when I say I will run, I do not mean escape.
I will fly on wings made out of what I overflow with,
wings made out of content sighs and satisfied breaths.
I’ll disappear around the curve of the world, far enough
that I won’t be forgotten, but far enough that I won’t be here.
I will be somewhere else, breathing different air, soaking up
new light, meeting new people, touching new lives..
Yes, that will be enough. I hope.