Addresses

Addresses.

I loved that address
That planted me at the edge of the world
Letters and numbers saying that I made it
I did it
I live here
I made it, I survived
Survived what?

The heartache of my own actions

Damn when the words flood my mind
and I can’t find a journal & pen quick enough
They never reach the paper the way they grasp my thoughts
fuck I loved the status of that address
The one that still clings to my luggage tags
Even though it’s not mine
and it never truly was