I took a plane to another universe
i couldn't stay where i was, its been 21 years of being too curious

As it turned out 8,000 miles distance is what i needed for so long
Returning to the place I used to call home suddenly felt wrong

Now everything i do is in the hopes that it will bring me closer to you
Distance doesn't mean a thing When everyday I wake up amazed by the joy you bring

The city lights are so beautiful.
Each light has a purpose: to guide someone to where they need to go.
Be it a hall light, guiding a young child to a bathroom, or a lamp post in the street, lighting someone's way home.
Each light i can see from my 11th floor window is on for some reason.
It has a purpose.
I take comfort in the city, knowing that someone has taken the time to light my walk home, that would have otherwise been dark.
I think it is why most fear the unknown.
We are accustomed to having our paths lit each step of the way.
I long to explore all the dark places we haven't bothered to provide with light.
I imagine those to be the most beautiful places.

Nostalgia isn't always good
Because sometimes the men don't ask first as they should
You know he'd never take it back but you just wish it hadn't been during your favorite song
So, yeah
Nostalgia isn't always looking back on a sunny day in an open field
Sometimes it's hearing that song you once loved so much and feeling his forceful hands against a younger, terrified version of yourself
They said why didn't you cover up more?
Didn't you know you were asking for it when you walked out into the world today with an open heart and a low cut shirt?

I have commitment issues
The longest thing I've ever tolerated is my own name
And still, I cross it out without a second thought
As if a page suddenly becomes more valuable without it
I love to hate all the tiny ways i discredit myself