Sometimes before the sun comes up,
I like to disappear.
You won't catch me sleeping peacefully in a bed beside a boy I love,
because I simply can't.
I sink myself into the mountains before the dew even sets on the ground.
As I go higher up, I know I will eventually disappear into the fog.
If you are looking for me, you will not find me
because i am learning the art of

how to disappear c o m p l e t e l y