the wait

[thirtyonesecond]

and texas is all the same

always the same

heat and rain and dry spells and full moons
the boys and the girls together, somehow always together without without

and i do not want to go back, do not want to stay. new york is no place for a girl like this, there is no coast called home anymore.

"i dont really understand what's so complicated"

i love and miss

oh it never ends

it dont end