I've got nothing but the sleepy eyes & no where to sleep.
I have never missed a place so much as much as I miss my bedroom at the top of apartment 5 on 2nd avenue.
I cant get over how I have no place to go. I have no place to call my own. Not one room in this entire world.
I dont remember even spending that much time in my room there, or even on my 5th st. bedroom. but if its not there, then where? where do i spend all of my time?
with my head in the clouds.
my time is consumed with all these things I dont want to do, i dont even have time to read or sleep or breathe.
when is there going to be a place that finally feels like home. or more so, where... so i can get a plane ticket, and go there. I will pack up my butterflies and flee.