i want to stay this time
to actually build something.
but i know i will leave
and all that i started
will remain unfinished.
I am a moving vessel
full of half-experiences
half-relationships
and unfinished business.
i wish i could stay
and call this place my home
but i have itchy feet
and a ready-packed suitcase.
i can not reject my nature.
one day, i will stay
when my heartbeat stops
and my feet are still.
when i am lowered to the ground
i promise to stay put.
But right now i have to leave.