tell the ones that need to know: we are headed north
at least, my heart is already there
she says my shoes are worn because i never rest
but i walk a thousand miles in my sleep
tracing brick walls with my fingertips
and though the city is dark i can see
everything
she says my hands are tired of being clenched into fists
but they've been tangled up in busy streets and
roads less traveled and roads more traveled
and my fingers cramp as the loose threads fold onto themselves
as i try to untie all the knots around my knuckles
she says it's not smart to go so far away
says i'll be sad and lonely
but she's talking about herself and we both know it
and i can taste the buildings under my tongue when i swallow
they slice my lip but i like the taste of blood
"you cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard"
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