New York

Seems nice, huh? Yeah. So what's up? I don't know. Should I would I will I? Who? Me? What's all this? Maybe possibly could be hmm. Yes. No. Sure.

I'm all packed and ready to go, Forward, onward, let's go It's the same destination The same way, it's the same how Trust me, hon, it's just better this way Cause I got nowhere to go

i saw this poem on the subway: there are some unafraid to show how life has beaten them up, or down; they sit on the streets head in hands or stare anesthesized into dumbfounding spaces, crowd, rain others choose familiar artifice and carry their defeat like money they don'

Let us stop looking to the sky Blaming fate and twisting ourselves Instead of persevering in self-resolve Hating not today or tomorrow but Immersing in the escape of now

I suppose I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time with this girl in the past couple of weeks, for reasons still uncertain, except for the fact that her company is pleasant. And I suppose that in this city of steel and grit and life, companionship is a novel scarcity.

Matt's wedding was great. Makes me wanna go and get hitched. Ehh. Maybe not, but I'm happy for him. And her. It's been a while since I've been happy for anyone truly. I'm surprised he still have the cognition to