borrowed skies

when all the expensive lipsticks in the world can no longer keep you calm, when all the luxury, the bright events, the perfect outfits, the exchange rates with too many zeros, and the direct flights to promised lands still cannot quiet the ache in your chest.

and somewhere between those trips, on nights high above someone else’s home, looking down at the flickering lights below, with starred menus in front of you and cold voices coming through the laptop microphone, all the things you once thought only existed in dreams suddenly feel too far from your heart.

go home, my love.
there are many people there who love you deeply.