Two Years
away from my so called home.
you asked me if i would be happier if i stay?
Actually, i doubt.
I am just too afraid I'll even forget the air I inhale in right off from the plane- the crisp, cold yet alived air that says to me "Welcome back to New York." Then I take out the leather glove from the back of my luggage and try to get a cab.
you asked me if i would be happier if i stay?
Actually, i doubt.
I am just too afraid I'll even forget the air I inhale in right off from the plane- the crisp, cold yet alived air that says to me "Welcome back to New York." Then I take out the leather glove from the back of my luggage and try to get a cab.
posted by = judilicious = at
5:03 PM
1 Comments:
i wish you could be here though. And i know a certain blind city with full of bright lights will never be able to forget. Not even a drop;) miss ya.
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