on days like these,

I only want to disappear.

into thin air,

until I’m invisible, 

to human eye,

and I want to run through the isles,

with every other breeze,

and carry away, 

every conversation lingering between, 

releasing the tenseness

of the sky…

 

on days like these, 

I only want to disappear.

because no word can fix, 

the wound made by another,

and before i bleed out because of every thought,

and word.

I want to disappear ,

and never be seen, 

or heard-

again, forgotten.

 

on days like these

I only want to disappear 

and fade out 

like the sound of a bird

flying away

or the silence after a countdown

when the timer hits zero

and all the tenseness

the sound of the alarms

suddenly stop

silence

I want to 

disappear.