utter ache of youth

i think about disappearing

a lot

and where would i go

yesterday i watched the setting

sun bleed into the clouds

and the sky was a palette of bruises

i felt the city wake up

to the humid darkness of carrion

i remember wanting to leave

everything and go somewhere far away

where there's always

a delicious cup of latte

where i can read cheeky romances

on the train ride

somewhere where i could

forget that

growing up means

growing old

I hope everyone finds themselves this new year!