“And I’ll spread over your concrete heart like wildflowers on a gravestone. Even death will start to grow.”
“And when I walk down paths filled with a different shade that contrasts with the one on your skin, it calls out to me, and jokes about how you’ll only be just a hiccup on this map I choose to explore”
We leave to fly into empty spaces of freedom. But it won’t be long before we realize we all find our repose in the very same place, we leave.
Go on a journey, with yourself, into yourself. I’m afraid you’ll never return. Once unknown roads become your only familiar path. Home will no longer be something you return to, but something you walk with. Home is within.