here, the air is too heavy
i wake with mountains draped in dawn
whispers of beauty painting the sky
but my heart is a storm, always gray
i used to call this place a sanctuary
each street familiar, like an old friend
but now they cut me
memories woven into every corner
reminders of what i cant escape
how cruel it is
to live in a place so beautiful
and feel nothing but ache
the pull of the horizon calling me away
i used to belong here
now its just a ghost of what i loved
and im trapped in its shadows
the mountains stand tall, but i cant
the streets are hollow now
everyone i once held close
has drifted away, like leaves in the wind
and im left behind, drowning
in the stillness of this empty goldfish bowl
limited, transparent, suffocating
the streams still run wild
the rivers still sing their ancient songs
and the rain still dances on my skin
but these things can’t heal the wound anymore
even the mountains, standing proud
feel like prison walls instead of promises
its a beautiful cancer
spreading through my veins
reminding me of everything i loved
but no longer can hold
i love it here
i hate it here
and i think, maybe
its time to let go