The Way it is
You navigate through one-way streets
Memories and friends blur
As you travel
Someday you’ll
Reach your destination
And realize that
You passed me along the
Way
But that won’t matter
Because where you’re at
Is who you’ve become
To turn back and pick me up would be
Impossible
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Friday
If I had 72 Hours Left..
What would I do? How would I spend it? I’d fly back to New York and ask my family for something simple: let’s celebrate Christmas together. ...
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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Blurry and the days get busier. I fill my days with work and sleep. I plant, I grow, I bake, I read.. I've noticed there's been a l...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...