This city that everyone believes to be so magical, is toxic. people are literally dying for their dreams out here. it's all backwards..

living here was never my dream. I put mine aside for love in hopes of growth & figured that I'd make the most of where I'm at, wherever I'm at.

And then we grow, things change, people change.. reality sets in. And then you feel that void.

what happens when the things we use become the things that use us?

writing in sync with my tears.

I keep trying to tell myself "forget the past years, fuck it.. I'm here.."

But nothing helps.

I feel hollow.

What happens when you don't know who you are but you're searching so hard, you look desperate to the stars..

I'm lost. 

So pardon me, I'm parting sea, part God & part human, part wise & part stupid, part still & part movement.