I miss abusing my body, I miss my bay love, I miss this weather, I miss getting inked, I miss writing, I miss giving two fucks, I miss feeling comfortable in my own skin, I miss breathing through my heart, I miss crying, I miss that feeling when I meet someone down to earth.
Los Angeles is arrogant, New York is too far, the bay is too close, Europe is a dream. The only place I belong to is the earth.
My dreams are becoming out of body experiences. It’s just that time again.