I sit out the porch enjoying the ocean,

The salt air I’ll leave behind.

I feel the same air in which keeps me alive,

Killing me.

Out I’ll be,

by the mountains, and change of scenery.

The same breeze for which I enjoy,

Chokes me.

By the grasp of a second,

Memories turns into sadness,

Sadness turns into spiraling thoughts;

And while time had never passed so slowly,

My heartbeat has never raced this fast.

So, here I sit.

Awaiting for this train.

Awaiting to realize.

Vienna waits for me.