the city might miss me when i am gone.

there is strength in ambiguity, and despite most likely not missing the city myself,

i still do have a validation complex.

the fingers will not stretch and wave, though.

there will not be a hole in the existence of the city.

there will just be an absence.

a stillness of air,

the occasional remembrance that i used to exist here. and now i am simply doing it somewhere else.

-awaygoing