lara simon.

just clicking through pictures, i came across a photo of myself from a few months ago. i looked at it and remembered what day it was, who i was with, what we were doing. i looked down to a comment from someone who i haven't really spoken to in quite some time. she said, 'i miss you'. she misses me. 

she misses me?

she doesn't miss me...

does she?

maybe she misses home. maybe she misses what her life used to be like and the comfort of what she used to have. now all that she has is moving from apartment to loft across the sparkling los angeles.

maybe she just wants to come home. she wants to feel some familiarity. she doesn't want to have to cope anymore. she doesn't want to drown or inhale so much that it makes her nights a distant world when she wakes up in the morning. she doesn't want to see her memories fade away when sunlight breaches her weary eyelids at 10 am. 11. am.

she misses me?