Things keep coming back
And I don't know where to put them because
My shelves are filled with the fallen stars of yesterdays news.
I leave bread crumbs trailing behind me
Not so I can know where I've been
But so I can know where to turn back and run to
When the flowers at my feet start to wilt.
I wish had time to sit and smell the grass
I remember how I loved that smell
When the world was simpler
And I didn't spend my time tripping over pavement
trying to get to a building made of glass
That I can hide in
And I'm always hiding
But I don't want to be anymore
I want to lay in the grass and feel free again
Like we did that summer.
We swore it would never get better than it was in that moment
And though those were just words we spat
breathing in the Jerusalem air
They became my truths.
Don't you understand?
The feeling you get when you think
That this is the best it gets for you
Is not a happy one.
Not for me.
For me it was a feeling of complete despair.