
Random pictures from my NYC wanderings.
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I am not a hoarder. I just live in a body that drops things faster than it can put them away. Pain i
I keep circling the same thought like it might open if I press hard enough. How do you lose someone
I am tired of shrinking in other people's stories. Tired of meaning nothing to those who once meant
Delivered sits there like a verdict. Not cruel. Not loud. Just final enough to echo. I sent the word
You step and it blooms laughter rising from the air trust turns into joy
quiet when I fall loud when they need something fast empty hands return
You live in the corner of my vision where dust motes float when a window cracks open and light prete
They lifted off like they always knew how to fly while I was still learning how to stand without sha