So all I want to see right now
is the dark morning ride in a taxi,
bird of paradise coming in, so that when I look out the window
it should be cold enough
for me to be excited to see freedom and fresh air.
I kinda want amnesia because I hate confusion.
I’m so indecisive I never know what I want,
So I don’t trust myself and I’m my biggest doubter.
But I want to close my eyes and breathe in the lights
of the airport, that say hey Vanessa, ready to go home?
A month, suddenly looks like a pile of gold,
treasures, and this time I’ll make it a point to remember
to make every moment count because it will be like catching pieces of light
to hold and use each particle when I come back here
let it keep me warm at nights when I’m alone
Or in the midst of storms when my identity is flushed in the rain.
It kinda looks like I’ll be going back to a fuel station
to fill me up again
with love and warmth of home
Gosh, I can’t wait till next Thursday. ❤