you ask me where i would go if i was a bird for a day,
as though everyone just wants to escape some town,
as though anywhere else fosters comfort.
you expect to hear Rome or Paris
fall wistfully from my lips,
as i imagine soaring toward a sky
that looks like nirvana to people
who hate feeling the earth beneath their feet.
how do i express to you that wings
would be wasted on someone like me,
without sounding like someone afraid
of things like heights or concepts like change?
how might you think of me
when i tell you it's not a place i wish to leave
or a place i hope to reach?
i could be a bird and i could fly across the world,
but i'd still ache in Venice
and i'd still yearn in Barcelona
for something you can't find on a postcard.
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melancholia in the milky way
Poetrymelancholia in the milky way is a poetry collection carved from misery and heartbreak; it is loving and being loved through the hardships, and it is searching the turmoil for specks of hope with a telescope. i'll post snippets here, but the full boo...
