lily

Last night was train rides, heartache, and lost memories. All of this bringing me to a cold street and a girl I only knew before through text and pictures. and really, what the fuck is that? She smiles like a shy angel and she's fragile but still so strong. We stayed up until four am in the alleyways of this city, searching for dumpstered food and other thrown away treasures which included roses, pizza, astrology magazines, a scooter and a perfectly good bicycle. It's crazy all the things people throw away in amerikkka. I've been sweating all night. Kicking methadone is worse than street dope. I'm on a low dosage but still it hurts and my dreams are insane still, they scare me and I live with that same insanity all day. Getting to this cold city has only motivated me further to get down south. I miss the south as crazy and fucked as it is. I left a piece of my heart in Texas an I'm going back to get it.

Love, Lily

"She turned around to look at me as I was walking away, and I heard her say over my shoulder we'll meet again someday, on the avenue, tangled up in blue."