let’s run away become those people that are never heard from again throw a few changes of clothes and your St. Christopher into a suitcase and just hit the road and I’ll leave a message on the voicemail that says itchy feet have to run and we’ve gone to join Laika after all who says space has to be outer and other galaxies only exist in the sky __________________________________ Do you ever feel like this? I’m feeling it big time lately. Poem shared on dVerse Poet’s Pub, an online community where poets share their work and support each other. Image found … Continue reading Missing