Losing a flight of promises at a crowded airport of memories guarded with love and care, Watching the dreamliner of perseverance climbing in the sky I know I can only go back to the reservation counter cold emotions. Book myself another ticket to the domicile of void.
It feels so uncanny now that I visit the city, It's like the air itself carries your essence. Sometimes it lingers on for a brief moment and sometimes it leaves remembrall of doused memories.
Telling me stories about how we could've turned out right. But I don't want to let go of my lantern Of pragmatic light. It burns me sometimes But I know not to take a walk in the cemetery of memories when there's nowhere to hide.