"Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely
I've been hallucinating you babe, at the backs of other women. 
And I tap on their shoulder, and they turn around smiling, but there's no recognition in their eyes."
-Regina Spektor


Long week. I'm not so scared to keep doing it, it just feels like it doesn't mean much yet.
Except the beautiful people I know.
I know and love.
But I forget how to talk to, and break my arms around the ones I love. I lose my personality in between the phone calls I am paid for, and standing around in pressed black pants.
I love, and I lack. And I am sorry about the lack. But we press onward and we find old clothes in our closets that fit our new selves.

"Oh summer in the city, means cleavage cleavage cleavage.
And don't get me wrong dear, in general I'm doing quite fine.
It's just when it's summer in the city, and you're so long gone
from this city, I start to miss you baby, sometimes."