I have these thoughts
why everyone within
my close proximity
nothing more of
a deceitful infinity
I end up leaving
walking in & out
of the frames
of my life
each person
have left a word,
a paragraph,
a chapter
in my story

maybe it's okay to leave
these people behind
so I can continue
on this journey
with each syllable,
each passerby
It's the end of the two years
now I am ready to leave

to find my true home
over a loving consistence
I cannot say, only
my own skin
I call my own
is the place I rest
at the end of the day

and until the day
I find someone who
will make my heart sing
I will swim over the greater distance
rather than sit in
my own silence