Nostalgia

Days grew longer as the yellow stucco outside of the blue roofing faded to an ecru– while every now and then he'd stop by the wayside & look into the skyline for those familiar yellow flowering trees. Moving wasn't easy. It's harder than you think to pack up your life into a box & make your way onto a one-way flight while all your best friends are stuck on the other side of the country. But I guess this is what following your dreams felt like– to be alone in an unfamiliar city for the summer, where you're still unsure what's going to happen next.

I'd used to walk the city streets & wander because it felt nice. But I've been wandering around all too much, with too many corners to turn than I know what to do with. I sometimes think it'd be nice to grab a coffee sometime, with a total stranger even, just to remember how people really felt– but maybe that's just a little out of the question. So, I'm gasping for air – free falling to the silence that's nowhere to be found.

When I left San Fransisco, I didn't try to think– because if I had, I'd have surely stayed on 8th street where the weather was nicer, time moved slower, & I could still hear the sound of Jacqueline's Camry pulling round the corner.