i don’t think we’re coming back the same …do you? we left before the streetlights died engine humming like it knew the way no destination, just a line cutting through the dark and into day your hand dancing in the wind like you’re trying to hold the moment still and i swear the air tasted like ocean even miles away from it you said: “maybe this is what it feels like when nothing owns you anymore” we don’t land anywhere we just move through light through cities that forget our names overnight we don’t need a reason we don’t need a plan just a sky going gold and your voice in my hands stay go stay go don’t make it mean something there was a morning i couldn’t tell if we were lost or just exactly where we had to be coffee going cold on a dashboard sun breaking everything open and for a second i believed in beginnings again if we disappear will it matter at all? or just turn into stories we never told? we’re tracing the edges of something new not a place just a version of you we don’t land we don’t stay we don’t belong we just change we don’t land we don’t stay we don’t belong we just …keep going
