If only we could stay...
So here I am, in London. Been here for almost two months now and I finally see my life for what it is. I finally see myself and am no longer afraid to actually use my eyes and believe what they show me. Of course home looks like a hell-hole from here. It's like I'm gazing down from behind a cloud to see a black hole where my life used to be. Escape was a plane-ride away. I wonder if anyone survives like that...hopping from one place to another. I mean when you come anywhere new for the first time no one wants to show you their scars. So you're all just a bunch of stars trading light until it's time, the sky splits open, shows you what darkness looks like, and it's time to move again. It's like that song.."Such Great Heights" by Iron and Wine...
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, theyll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now
But we'll stay.
If only we could stay.
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, theyll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now
But we'll stay.
If only we could stay.