MacKenzie, on a whim

I shrink in the shadows of the skyline, the subways make me sleepy and each late night walk makes me miss you more. I never stopped, I can't. My shell may have hardened but I am  a shrimp inside, selfishly (shellfishly, haha) in love with you. Cities can make you mean, make you do things you'd never do. Survival mode overcomes the simplest of souls. Take me back to the woods, I am withering up inside without the lakes, the fields, the parks of my home. What I wouldn't do to be smoking in the tree farm. Remember when we used to wake up early to look for frogs? I'll never forget the awe I felt from seeing that uprooted tree on the path. That is all so much more beautiful, amazing, intriguing to me than metallic monsters towering above, strict, stern, hard and plain. There may be many lives inside those buildings but there is no life. I yearn for Turkey Swamp, my shoes getting dirty, tall grass itching at my thighs, a joint in your hand, and a dog barking nearby. I...