I’m wandering an endless labyrinth of smoke-filled rooms
Simultaneously trying to find my way out and nurse my wound,
the cigarette burn that you left in mind.
I am intoxicated by your aura
I am drawn to the faint light like a moth to a flame
Though it is barely visible, I trust it will not lead me astray.
I follow it, and I follow you
Through back alleys and proudly bursting front doors
Across winding roads and wading in open fields
I break open the skin on my feet on the unforgiving cobblestone
I am caressed by the warm, shifting sands
With each turn of a corner,
I hold my breath
The silence is deafening
I am deathly afraid,
but I do not know of what.
I cannot leave empty-handed.
I empty my pockets and leave all that I once knew behind.
It’s not that I want you.
It’s not that I need you.
Simply giving into the moment
Or lying here forever won’t do.
I want to become one with you.
I want our atoms to combine.
There is no more you. There is no more I.
The lines would be blurry, if they even existed in the first place.
I think I knew deep-down when I entered there was no way out.
I was pretended [that I was pretending] that I knew better.
I thought my impeccable sense of direction would come in handy.
But you can’t be lost if there’s nowhere to go.