It should be easy.
The door is open, the horizon on your eyes.
You feel the electric spark roaming through your body as you think of the life you could have had
You get up and step after step, walk down the street of your so called home town that had so long before lost its charm
You feel the solid concrete under your shoes and you feel that solitude melting away as you dive further and further, deeper and deeper into the mist we so intelligently call unknown
You hop on a train
a bus
a plane
What ever can take you away
And you're gone
It
Should
Be
Easy
YOU ARE READING
Deadly - Poetry
Poetry/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/
