"I love it there, but I could never live there. My ex lives there." She says as drags a cigarette.
Lights in NYC are blinding, can't tell any of them apart.
$22 dollars to see a friend. He whispers from the dark and catches you off guard from behind a barred gate.
He lives with the dogs now.
Drive through the night,
To a new place you've been calling your home. Though, you've never been. Just seen a post card here and there. A notion that your supposed to be there and not here.
The fog lifts through rolling hills. The fall is so much colder, but so much more alive. Reds, oranges and yellows permeating through grey veils.
Arrive in a new home, its a lot like your other ones. At last you understand.