left unsaid

Sitting on the balcony, there's a grey haze over the city tonight.
At my old apartment, I'd climb up to the roof, the highest part without barriers and sit at the edge, feet dangling with the city beneath me. In these quiet moments I felt alive.

I'd lie down and the sky would seem endless and anything possible.

"I don't believe the smile when you say goodbye."

I'm thinking about an exhibition I saw when I was in L.A. A japanese artist who does these beautiful sculptures of heads on small bottles.

Don't know why I'm writing about it tonight. In the brightness of the day, I feel like I've lost something today, though I'm not sure what exactly. And it feels strange to feel this way. To feel a sudden absence inside. I think the moon is laughing at me tonight.

"I've given all I can... but its not enough..."

My mind keeps thinking about the emptiness in those bottles.
Silence feels suffocating sometimes.