trade

I know you wish for a place to be, hidden in the mist, silent as the sea. No fear, no hope, no questions asked. where the nights are not heavy and darkness don't last. could you trade this place For your favourite song? the throbbing of your heart as you run towards the dawn. The echo of your name cut through the trees you run out of breath But your legs still keep, Running. You keep running- and then you run into the night. past your mother's flowers the wet clothes in a line. They brush against your face, the water slips- it leaves a cold stain, enough to melt your lips. the concrete floor pulls you back "stop running", it says take it all in, take all that you have. I know it overflows, overstays, overloads but without it, aren't we nothing? and nothing is what's left.