I have no words to write
No thoughts to overthink
All I feel is empty, clouded
Clouded of what used to remain of meI hope the open road will fill my heart with desires it has been yearning for
I want the sound of your motorcycle and smell of the dust trailing behind, to be the only thing left of us, left of our past...
Take me to a place far away
Where the sky touches the ground and where the sun doesn't set
I want to feel that way
The only feeling I've only ever felt in my dreamsI hope the letter of my sorrows and goodbyes will be enough for them to understand...
That I had to go where the sun was going
That my adventure was calling me
It wasn't in a classroom with four walls and dead dreamsMy time was approaching,
And there wasn't enough time to prepare them for this hardest goodbye...
YOU ARE READING
Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality