January 2009
You’re overrated. GTFO kthx.
Yesterday.
Track 111, 11:48am train to White Plains (Express)
Travel time: 31 Miuntes
Our first stop is Harlem. Passing through I think of all the stories I’ve heard about this place. All of the stories of drugs, low-income housing, gangs, children brought up in every wrong way; a town of indecency. But who am I to assume any of this? I’ve never once stepped foot into the streets of Harlem, nor...
153 white balloons go by
I am extremely proud of myself.
City on Wednesday with Liz to get some equipment for my future photography project.
I need: polaroid film, lens cleaner, tripod, and a wireless remote control. I guess I also need money to pay for all this jazz. Let’s pray for good finds and sales!
Oh, and I found on my cell phone notes I used to randomly write. It’s nice to look back at what I was...
You’ve been my inspiration, my everything, for the past 17 months.
And I’ve got a plan that I let go.
And this time…
I won’t let myself run back to you.
This is it,
this is the end.
“swim for the music that saves you when you’re not so sure you’ll...”
– Andrew McMahon
Thank you. This inspiration was never more needed.
For it seems that you will
always remain
with the ever-changing currents,
the ones that turn the skies from blues to grey
or a sinner into a saint
and even when the tides
try to rid you from the power,
you prevail.
