travels

they've always called me a traveller. i always open the windows. the gusts of chill air slam the doors. they float along, so sound. one day i'll jump at the time as good or better than any other.. my victory flight to a home i am not yet familiar with. i will escape. bound by too many memories, a paradise found. i am lost. bound by a rope thinner than my numbness in sleep, near my right hand. i command such a mutinous mind! come rain, come wind, i am but a leaf blown away in the end.