out of heart.

i have found myself alone in my apartment. coffee cups everywhere. it is the end of the night and like usual i am caught listening. it just makes sense to me. i feel like these days were never really meant to be. i remember what it was like when my nights were filled with books and paint. that was company enough. i am feeling the nostalgic unease of the familiar streets i used to walk. i will escape this mess soon.


Carli.