Finally settling into the fact that I am crossing
over into something different…
Need to make the lost choices and need to adhere to them
There is no reason to not trust her
if I am to be trustworthy
…we hold the same torture
same love-scorn chaos

Who am I to judge that which I am?

In six days, my batteries have been depleted
trying to inhabit this lost city,
cabin fever, commercialism, superficial anxiety,
returning to hollow homes bombed out long
before I ever realized

…leave memories be in old york city

 

 

 

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(written in little notebook)