Missed writing.. and I guess the New York skyline begs you to be creative :) hope all's good with everyone..
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Something about the cold brings me back to you.
Different city, different time, but same icy wind blowing my hair away in different directions, threatening to take me off the ground. You were never there with me physically, only in my head, but somehow the connection between you and the cold, still exists. Maybe because I ran away from you, to the cold. Or maybe because the heat had too much of us.
Today I’m in a new city, trying to find a new me, but somehow I still see us in every corner.
“Help”
6 years ago
