Im gone.
I think something just might be wrong with me...leaving is never real. I still feel like I never left summer project and that was nearly a month ago. That damn city is ALWAYS real though. There is something about Simi Valley that is always overwhelming. Maybe its proof that I really dont belong there anymore? But I can not let go of the night that that bastards words in my ear made me shake. Maybe Simi Valley is everything I want combined with everything I want to forget. The place is full of half made plans and no call backs. A place where people say I leave some form of a legacy. The place where the faces of 6 beautiful 16 year old girls would bring me back to live my life with them forever. Where I spend late nights at the park with the boy who is the idea of everything I want. Honesty, vulnerability, passion... A boy who laughs at me and calls me fun. A boy that will never be mine. It is a place where my grandma believes I am the greatest thing that happened to the world.
But Simi Valley is not home anymore. Home is three stories of white walls and a loft that feels miles away from the rest of the world. Home is a coat rack and 4 pretty faces and dance parties and a fountain. Home is loving people here and changing the world. And man there is no where else I would rather be...
But Simi Valley is not home anymore. Home is three stories of white walls and a loft that feels miles away from the rest of the world. Home is a coat rack and 4 pretty faces and dance parties and a fountain. Home is loving people here and changing the world. And man there is no where else I would rather be...