i spend a lot of time daydreaming
staring out of windows
and not really seeing anything
i'm too busy thinking about all the places i want to go
because i don't want to be here anymore
i don't know where it came from really but
there's this wanderlust that has settled deep into my bones
a longing for something more has made itself at home in the empty spaces of my ribcage
pressing itself against my lungs
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Constellations: the 4AM mix
Poetrymy thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations and four am knows all my secrets