what's it like where you are? what do you think and what do you enjoy? i sit here where i've been for years and still, nohting has changed. i sit here and wish to be where you are now. where do i belong? ironically, that's exactly what i just heard through my headphones.

i sit here, surrounded by literary material and wish i was where you are.

poetic?
harsh?

i have no reason left for me. i have nothing pushing me forward because everything's a struggle to stay alive, to stay afloat. people think this, people say that and yet i wish to be where you are.

my only comfort is to be where you are and you wish to be where i'm not. your voice sweet as honey and my voice raspy and obnoxious. even to me, this is visible when i wish to be where you are.

an homage to those that wish to be, any where but where they are because they enjoy to be where you are and not where you are not.

confused?
skeptical?

sure!

let breah flow freely. let tears fall somberly only to wish that they fall where you are and not for what lies in front of me.

hours still till fresh grass and bright skies. the sun above warm and cool where you are and i'm not.