xoxo, nico

today i am staying in my bed where i’m safe and warm because its freezing outside, fucking cold and windy. i am so greatful that i have a roof over my head and i don’t lug around my suitcase looking for somebody’s couch to sleep on. it was not easy being a gypsy. they say that home is where the heart is but my house has burnt down and i was left in the ashes. i got lazy but i suppose it was not all my fault. i just didn’t feel like sifting through them hoping i could find something that has already turned into dust. so i walked away and i left the mess for them to attend to and i haven’t looked back since. i should ring them more often and be a better friend by staying in touch but i’ve never been great at following up. if only i had thought to call them instead of thinking about calling somebody i shouldn’t. i lost that skeleton key and my black book is locked in a box at the top of a closet.