I day dream of a navy ink sky, with specks of Milky way.
Of me leaving my skin and leaving things in disarray.
I'm packing few T-shirts, a pair of sweats, for countless days. I’ll walk, hike, jog, don’t mind me if I stray.
This is more than getting it out of my system, and far from being just a phase.
I’m not here to wish upon a shooting star, or shed silent tears as I pray.
I want to break free from the cycle, sense some clarity in my haze. Leave in the middle of a conversation, before the broken record starts to play.