kaylaisobscene

A part of me feels like I'm being called home. To my original home state: New York.

I would give anything to go there. I can picture it now, me in the big apple once again. Smiling, not seeing my place until the sun comes up, ducking into random alleys with friends to light our cigarettes, and waking up in Central Park from a tripped out night with the boy lying right beside me. I can picture paradise, but it isn't you I'm picturing that with and that is what hurts.

I just miss having a genuine smile.