i can feel a rip in my heart. it started a few months ago, and its grown with each passing day. i can fill the hole, sometimes, but other times, there isn’t enough to patch the tear or the tears.
how i crave the peace and quiet. life without the horns, the trains, the cars, the people, the traffic, the screaming, the rockets, the church bells, the loud music, the incessant chatter… there’s no end. i wasn’t born for the city life.