©Simon Gentry"I'm so far away from you
Pacing up and down my room"
whirlwind days spent in the city that holds my heart. one of a select few that i could actually feel settled in given the chance. you feel like home, he says.
the delicate balance of how you fit with him or her is always a challenge, an often endless question. some combinations are easier than others. some are work, is it really worth it? the ones that really count cant be explained or defined or let go of. like two hands holding, things just fit... and sometimes the fingers slip. but before two, there must be one.
"You know one day I'll come back and I'd hold on to yourself To yourself, I'd hold on to yourself"