just a cage of rib bones.
i miss my steel city. i miss the chaos and the buildings that touch the sky. being home is so different. it is different, but it is good. it is nice to get away fromt he hustle and bustle and come back to the long narrow roads that stretch throughout miles of land and grass. this past week i've been coming home and reading books in the stale whiteness of my room, beneath my dimmed yellow light.
i just finished reading the mysteries of pittsburgh and it was beautiful and nostalgic. tomorrow is our holiday party for il castello's and then its christmas eve and christmas day. i am excited for new years, for change. more changing for the better.
i need to let go of a lot of things, of a lot of people, of a lot of regrets and grudges.
i need to let him in, i need to let him save me.