Air

Like the murmuring of waves in a faraway sea or perhaps a grieving heart, struggling to be heard. If only I could eliminate everything that hurts, but that is impossible like commanding the Earth to stop revolving. As an escapist as I might be, I would be willing to run forever, away from the talons of this system I can never annihilate. A solitary heart imprisoned in a foreign land, I wish I could set forth in the clouds and float as if nothing matters.