Cigarettes and CityscapesAll below me, cars rumble, exhausts coughing, horns bellowing over one another, arguing to see who's the king of the city tonight.More Like This
But above the busy streets, high above every occupant of the City of Lights is where I perch, my long tangles of box blonde hair and delicate spindly legs dangling over the edge of the building in which I live. A cigarette hangs loosely between my fingers, smoke flowing from the tip like a cold breath in the dark.
It's warm, the summer air holding onto any remnants of the day's humidity as if that's all it's got left. Still, a breeze rolls by, slow, and I tuck my hair behind my ear as it brushes my face.
I bring the cigarette to my mouth and take another drag, red lipstick staining the paper, and I tip my head back to watch the smoke rise from my lips and disappear into the air.
A familiar voice speaks from somewhere behind me. "You're gonna kill yourself one of these days, hanging off the edge like that."
I sit up, turn to find him flashing a smile before
The Only Thing Missing Is You7:55 PMMore Like This
you would have liked today. we went upstate like we used to, to the woods. i know it's been a while since you've seen the trees but they're as pretty as ever. they're just starting to fall. i wish you could have been there.
i always wait for a reply from you, haha. then i remember
anyway, we took a walk down to this lake too. there were rope swings hanging from a tree nearby and we froze our asses off swinging for nearly twenty minutes. i swear it felt like we were floating.
hell, it was everything you used to love
it's funny, on the ride home i was practically falling asleep, but now i can't even shut my eyes
it's just... it's not fair
whenever i skipped a rock i remembered the first time i taught you how, and how excited you got. every time i said i was cold i remembered the way you would call me a baby, but give me your hat anyway. we even walked on the same paths we used to take, and everything is the same. the trees are st