In my little apartment on Vinton ave in Culver City.
After taking a few things to the new place on Hudson st. in Hollywood, I wanted to start crying.
I already miss my place, the place I'm in now. The place with no kitchen. I'll miss the view of the alley way that I have watched over while smoking countless cigarettes. I'll miss all the memories I have made and the fights I have had, all in such a tiny space. Hell! I'll even miss waking up at 430 to ride my bike in the rain to work. I loved it here, and the closer I've come to moving the more I have wanted to move. Now, I don't know... I don't want to stay but I don't wanna go.
No comments:
Post a Comment