The air is closing in

The air is closing in

As I am walking

Among the mountains, we used to roam

Whose brown resembles the embers in your eyes

And these winding roads

That I used to hate so much

Feel like a slice of home

I haven’t been in such a mind-numbing situation for so long

Where I see blurs in alleyways and coffeeshops

Then suddenly, I cannot help but chuckle

At the irony of what’s coming anew

All too familiar

Habits and dances

The more you escape, the more the reality hits true.

But no one could see the internal turmoil

To them, I was following routine but

My heart dropped instantly

The knot snared

A thread pulsated

As I connected myself to where I stood

Imagining a million lifetimes that will never take place

And feeling the remains

Of something that will forever feel unfinished