Nov 2014
All of these city lights
seem pointless to me.
They brighten
the roads we walk on,
drive on,
die on,
but not
our lives.
Home is where
the heart is,
my heart isn't here.
seem pointless to me.
They brighten
the roads we walk on,
drive on,
die on,
but not
our lives.
Home is where
the heart is,
my heart isn't here.
i wrote this on a drive from the airport to my house. I miss the ocean.
