Aug 27, 2013
Boston rained the moment I got in.
I decided to spend the rest of the day inside. the hostel was packed; on the brink of summer. I ignored the crowd and pushed towards my room, eager for a hot shower.
she was already there. I kiss her mischievous grin. and she goes back to watching the streets. pedestrians disperse as if rain. the window frames her.
I start to unpack. maybe I was just tired but I could feel the age of the city eating into my bones. felt the salty air eat at me as if the chain of an anchor.
but she makes me feel young like a revolution.