POLLUTING

i don't feel like i'm leaving

but i guess i am,

nothing to say but i feel like i should ... even imagine something

what is a farewell anyway? 

in a large place,

strollers, carts, cars, busses, and planes

nothing is moving 

very very still

but it isn't until the last moment where i hear the engines shout

then suddenly

i realized how much ... how much some things may mean

this is a stupid entry

but its for someone 

and i feel like i should really .. try to say something

i never believe in saying useless things especially when they're unorganized and.. 

why is my tongue always tied when it comes to you

i guess all i really want to say

somewhere millions of things in motion on fields of gray

i'll look at one and tell myself it must be you, even  if it isn't

then at least i'll feel like i saw you before i left