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