8/26
I miss walking home and feeling the evening wind on my bare skin. I miss the roar of the crowds and the traffic. The silence and still air that surround me do nothing for my peace of mind- they stifle me.
I need the city, I need New York. On an island that small with buildings so tall, there's nowhere I can go but up.
I miss walking home and feeling the evening wind on my bare skin. I miss the roar of the crowds and the traffic. The silence and still air that surround me do nothing for my peace of mind- they stifle me.
I need the city, I need New York. On an island that small with buildings so tall, there's nowhere I can go but up.
