I pack my bags and linger in hallways in different towns. I smile at strangers, friends of friends, like it makes sense. I have a routine, a favourite breakfast, a goal to meet everyday. I watch the sun sleepless as it rises and fall with all the raindrops that roll down my window. I exist. Linger in the hallways. This is what I want.
I never meet you. I never have my reason to stay and chase th...