The Perfect city.
And yet I am ready to move on. Each day seems like borrowed time. I watch time pass over and under me. I watch the sky turn pink and then dark, settle in for the night... i see the hour pass where my lover stops responding, has fallen asleep. I slide into delerious haze, drag myself home and collapse.
I didnt want to be this person that neglects the people around me. I didnt want to be an absent girlfriend, daughter, friend.
