Back again. I'm home. The place I write my best the most the easiest. It's strange but I am calm and quiet and comfortable and happy when sitting in a cab. I don't have to speak, I don't have to be anyone, do anything i don't want to. I can just sit, think, and watch the world around me. It's strange, but I almost feel more at home when I'm in cabs then I do in my own room. I think it's because in a cab I'm in charge of my own agenda, going, doing, seeing what I want. Something that doesn't always work when you live in your parents house.
I love being in the car, especially at night. I love the night, I love the city at night, I love that things get quiet on even the busiest of streets after 10 o'clock.
I love the city lights, I love the 'quiet' city nights, and I love making the cab stop half a block from home, and walking that little distance in the crisp night air.
- xx, Kelly.
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