I carry a bunch of keys, it dangles from my backpack. too many keys. and I keep adding more. It’s all doors to houses that I will never call home
my pockets are full of bus and train tickets. my mind is overflowing with old pictures, with memories. there’s yours, too. couldn’t miss that one
please forgive me, I am not staying. I am chasing a dream, I wouldn’t know what to make of stability. habits, routines, you already know how much I can fuck that up
forgive me, it’s not like I’m giving up
it’s like when you can’t sleep, because you are too tired and your head is too full. when you start questioning if you were ever awake in the first place. when you realize that maybe, just maybe, you actually have something to lose
when it’s not the right time to cry, and you immediately push that tear back
maybe, you’ll hear of me someday. maybe, we’ll meet again, all grown up and everything
one day, I will be able to shrug off people’s trust. people’s hopes
one day, I’ll throw that bunch of keys to the waves
but yours. the key to your heart, that one I’ll keep safe
that tear will finally roll down, nothing stopping it. it’ll shatter on the airport’s tarmac, on the stairs to the train station. the wind will catch it, and it will mix with the pouring rain. that one day
as I will be leaving, and I’ll be handing you my winter. please, take care of it while I’m not here. I will give it to you in a carefully packed bag, so it’ll take as little space as possible. this way, it will be much easier to hide
I will hand it over to you in a rush, quickly
as I won’t come back