Twenty-Four

somewhere I lost a piece of me / smoking cigarettes on balconies 

Whispers of a lost story line plague the state of twenty-four. Here lies a decade faded, wrought with faces whose names I no longer remember. Another city, another boy — to the extreme that I have lost count of my goodbyes altogether. And there I was, at the end of the night; shattered, jaded, and longing for the spring that once flowed near Treegap.

Youth, everlasting — I will probably chase that state of permanence forever. He called it a diseased mind, I called it wishful thinking.

And so I trace backwards down the path that has perpetually led me past the extremes of my ego.


Location: New York City

Come follow my travels at allyinrain.

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