the constant desire to get away from it all drags you.
it's so tiring being stuck in the same place,
constantly hoping there's a chance to get away.
just go somewhere with different air than the one you're breathing now,
a place with different scenery instead of the same you have saw ever since you were little.
just a little trip.
a small one.
it doesn't matter where or how long,
just a little while of being away from it all.
just a little while of peace.
maybe one day it will happen.
because there always seems to be a constant desire in me to grab the keys,
pack my car,
and go.
just go anywhere.
anywhere but here.
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Romansathe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
