I need to be alone.
Not like I am now,
sitting on the balcony,
watching the islands
escape my view.

I want to pack my bags
and go
to a peculiar land.
I want to get lost
in many strange alleys,
that curve around the city,
like the cobra
around my neck.

Not like I always am,
sitting alone in a house
oceans away from the place
I want to be,
listening to whimpers
of some ghost past,
slithering from the cracks
of a roof I called home
many many years ago.

I want to tumble into
great quests
that illuminate existence
like tiny, colorful
street lights
that open all at once,
transforming the hallow streets
to a carnival.

I need to be strong again.
No longer a slave
to bitter memories
with a happy facade,
a ghost
in a child's form,
that resides in my ribcage,
haunts my mind.

I want to dance around the streets,
holding another strangers hand
at each corner
as the endless tune soars
through air and
paints the moon,
exchanging tiny bits of self
until I become a mosaic
of many breaths.