Soon

I feel like I'm home when I go there
It just fits,
fits like a amazing pair of jeans
I know who I would be
Oh yes, I know. I dream about it. I'm that girl sitting in the cafe drinking her mocha in the running shorts reading her People magazine (She has this thing for star gossip). Her hair is bleached and has that texture that shows she's one of them. She's a surfer. You'd never know where she was from. Who she use to be. What she couldn't be, not when she was living there. It hurts. Knowing what you want to be, what you need to be, but you're just not there. Its an impossiability at the moment, or at least it was for her in till she broke free. Thats what I'm going to do.
Break free. I have a need, like a druggie for his drug, I just need it. And I will get there. I've planned it out. What school? Does it matter? I just need that air, that atmosphere. Its a part of me. One day, soon, I will be complete. 

California baby!