"I wish to wander off the world,
Leave through the front door of my mind,
Wrapped in the silence left by storms
Without one single glance behind.
For the sky hangs low and heavy;
A blanket draped over the trees,
The air feels smaller, claustrophobic,
Like I've forgotten how to breathe.
And as the distant thunder rolls
I long to chase it where it roams,
To arrive somewhere brand new
And have it feel like coming home."
-e.h.
