Favorkhaoya

I never understood why the song "This City" by Sam Fischer always seemed to play on repeat in my head. That evening as I was riding to the sunset it all made sense. The city had broken my heart, the city had loved me then left me alone, it got me chasing stars; making me forget where I belonged. It had been a couple months since I felt like I'm home and maybe going back to the drawing board would help me restructure. Everyone has the new york dream. Mine involved working in Scarlet magazine. Not only as a writer but occasionally as a model unlike many writers. Don't get me wrong, I love the the thrill of getting a new story and telling everyone's story; but once in a while, I want to be the story! I want to be the centre piece of my art. Little did I know that this guilty pleasure will be the cause of my downfall. At 24, it was time to leave my parent's house. With a bag full of clothes and naivety I left for the big city ;one with fast cars and r...