All the beautiful men we've lost.

You're all so heavy on my heart.

I'll wear your black eyes, bake you apple pies.

I'll always be by your side.

This city is where I run to when everything is going amazing & I want to share my happiness with my friends & family.

This city is where I run to when everything falls apart.

I'm torn between cities, even states.

I'm not sure if I am just getting older, or if I am just in a state of desiring something different nowadays, I feel like i'm craving peace.

These days i've been dreaming of a small 40's military inspired house, one floor. With a sunken living room, with a small fenced backyard where Honda can run free. It will have a small garden out front of only different colored daisies & sunflowers. In the backyard I will grow different vegetables, and come fall, pumpkins.

In the mornings, I will sit on the stoop of the house drinking my necessary morning coffee- 2 sugar/2 cream, while watching Honda chase butterflies.

I will take the curlers out of my hair, and slip into my favorite dress. I will grab a homemade cupcake for the road, and Honda & I will hop into my 52 belair heading to work. I will own my own vintage store & barbershop, where everyone in the city comes to dress their finest & look their best. Friends will pop by for a milkshake, a cup of tea, a hug, or a chat. At the end of a long day, I will head out of the city, back home

Nights I wont hear anything, except for trains passing in the distance, & Honda snoring. I will sit at my vanity, watching re runs of I Love Lucy, while putting curlers in my hair before bed.

My life will be simple & peaceful.