wanderlust

it's sinking in
the desire to
leave.

i can't explain it.
lusting for somehwhere i've never even been.
missing people i've never met.
longing for adventures i've never been on.

it's a condition, i swear
because no one else talks of leaving
they're all content with
flat and empty nights.

and that's what sinks my soul,
being with people that would rather take a drink
or a puff to get away
instead of just get on an airplane or in a car.

i know i'm so young
and that i need to give this time,
but this place is deafening
yet i can still hear the city whispering my name.

.. whichever city that is.
i can hear the buzz of the hollow people.
i can feel the bright lights burning into my skin.
i can taste the beautiful breeze.

let the never ending search begin.