On a quest to find something meaningful. Something deeper. Much deeper. Far away from all this make-believe. Far away from here. Far away from this place whose sun shines so bright that it’s own residences eventually becomes a shadow of another shadow that used to radiate. Here, everyone feels duplicated. Every conversation feels empty. Every relationship is an advancement. Every expression is a competition. And yet, I spent my whole life believing I belonged here... forcing myself to belong here. Just to feel like I belonged somewhere. Just to realize I belong with you. Back in your bed. Back under your sheets. But you, you are now just an echo in my ears. A fading image in my head. An image of the last time everything felt right. Right being the night when you picked me up, wearing that white t-shirt you knew I loved seeing you in. The night we drove aimlessly around high off molly and mary j. The night before I moved here. Before I moved to a place that made me understand how much I belonged back there.