Airport drives
Heading to the airport Lost track of the flights A long time ago I used to exhale a sigh of relief The further I rolled away from the city The storehouse of trauma and shitty memories And on another of these drives I find myself not feeling anything for this city No pain, no love, no expectations No unfinished business Only the possibilities awaiting me The future that could be That will be And how far away I’ve gone I ran when I couldn’t even feel my legs And now soaring, floating, dreaming I have everything I ever wanted And I know I want more I used to be terrified to want So grateful for everything I had So afraid to lose any of it at all Until I found more And more And now I’m afraid to lose it all But it wouldn’t break me Because I am not the things I want Or have I am the air that connects the past and the future A gust of wind blowing towards the next adventure