i miss surfing the net using my own laptop.

you seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing
why i was the one worth leaving

the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
and i am finally seeing
why i was the one worth leaving


many things random
postalservice, meeting the dearest friends, monster child, katenash, stalkerish people, lying in bed, 40 steps to the moon, home, wednesdayzouk, D, academyis,

its so hard figuring out who can really be trusted.

being homesick breeds incoherence



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