I want to live in the city.
I was named after one, after all.
In my perfect lifestyle, the tall stalks of corn are replaced with even taller sky scrapers.
The shooting stars you'd see flying across the sky over a hill would be substituted with busy taxi cabs and cars on the streets.
The deadness of the night wouldn't even exist; Seattle is constantly flooded with life, and everything is always
going, going, going.
That's how I like it, too.
I don't ever want to slow down, and I don't ever want to stop living.
- someday, The Rainy City.
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her revelation (journal entries)
Poetryjournal entries containing poetry and thoughts about all three people i've been in love with, along with some traumas and self-loathing sprinkled in-between.
