I want to leave.
It is raining, and I can hear the lush hiss of it hitting the ground.
It stirs something in me.
Something which is always restless, but is seldom allowed to stretch and breathe.
I have loves here. I have ties.
But I can walk down these country roads in the waning light and raise skyscrapers beside me.
Countries.
Different lives.
The mind is a curious thing. It can conjure anything.
When I long to run away I am possessed by it, by loneliness and by an itching urge to travel.
When I see these places
I see you, too
What you must look like on a bridge in some foreign city, hair reaching over the water in the breeze, face lit by the sunrise.
Sometimes I see you in a crowd of people, a glimpse of your silhouette in the rain.
Even when I long to escape you, I escape TO you.
My heart paints your form upon the world I'm trying to lose myself in,
And I do, I do lose myself, but I can never lose you.
Never.
You remain.
When my illusions are shattered and I see only the country street and its golden streetlights again,
You
Remain,
A watercolor ghost etched into the mist.
You remain. You and your blue eyes. And I wish I wanted to be alone.