facing north or upward
down below and south
loud and unconvincing
fire by trials.
i could never get lost here
turning around slightly
only to realize my fears are louder than the city beside me.
i miss you, love you, need you back home.
and every time i think i'm over him he creeps back in my thoughts. next day face. sometimes i'm wondering if i'm going the mile for you.
if things played out the way they did in my head, i'd only be back in my head wishing for something else.
never satisfied.
long nights
street fights.
i'm writing this while my eyes are blurred.
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