saetia
After, I figured it out. I figured out how you knew anyone couldn't understand, but that one day they would. My day had already come and gone; I just hadn't realized it. That is, until it came back.
new york, my love. sweat dripping down you when its raining outside. merging together until you dont know which is the sticky and which is the smooth. spending some alone time at a small flea market. admiring the miles long display of vintage sunglasses and owl paintings. smoking a cigarette, and feeling at home.
every day is a new decision
to have an open locket or a closed one
i don't know the symbolism
or why it's part of my daily routine,
but it must mean something, right?