#rooftop writing

[bookmarksandbrushpens]

I took my writing lap desk out onto the roof to enjoy the leaves and the fall air. Day 25 of the October challenges by @journaling-junkie and @chatoyantquill Pen: Pilot Cavalier Ink: Diamine Oxblood Writing Sounds: passing cars and the wind

[semisweet-amusements]

underground

Certain segments of this city make me sad. Reminiscent in the empty sort of way. I prefer solitude, but only where it’s safe. Only on the streets and avenues on which I can pretend you never existed, and I was never breathless with admiration and amusement.

Regardless,

I hear your voice some spring nights, echoing someplace hollow. You are aching scrapes of metal – the trains that used to shriek me to sleep from beneath my old apartment. I left you somewhere underground.

Not a grave, but not a home.