I've always fallen harder for places than people
The sand that covers Nevada
or the orange trees on the California Coast
And I've always thought about disappearing
settling into one of the little brick homes in Florence
or the stucco homes buried into the hills of Capri
I've fallen in love with the Atlantic and Pacific
In the warm and the cold
and the trees and the bluffs and the lakes
I've fallen in love with the idea of not having a home anymore
because how could you find a home
with the allure of so many other things to see
YOU ARE READING
MASOCHISM
Poetryan uncensored synposis of the thoughts and experiences belonging to a young tired masochist. I quit writing for a while but sometimes I feel I need to write more than I need a cigarette.
