Ok so I definitely have not updated in a long time and I'm sorry I didn't think anyone was actually reading these and I guess a few people actually are. So for this section it's a lil' different. I was actually inspired by this post from Troye's Instagram and the caption is "New York pretty" I know he meant it in a way like New York is pretty but I sort of interpreted it differently so here is a short poem/ journal entry (maybe?) Written from Jacob's pov kk here ya go.
He has a beauty about him that is different from most,
He isn't fragile or elegant.
He is tough and brave, his own savior.
He knows what he wants and he gets it.
He's pretty in the same way New York is.
Not in flowers, fresh green, and pink skies,
But in his uniqueness, adaptability, and adventure.
His authenticity was one that could only be mirrored by the streets of the city.
His eyes shined like the sky scrapers at night,
Blue orbs dancing off every window.
His hips swayed like the swarm of taxis.
Messy but organized, a controlled chaos.
He was a lust to many,
But only home to a select few.
That's the thing about New York pretty,
It's not for everyone.
But I was sure it was for me.