new york times square high definition original photographyWell, I guess in a way, that’s a new beginning.
But what were you really looking for all this time? To improve yourself? The paper is crunchy, untouched, waiting there right in front of you. A glass of wine always angles from your hand, and the busted streetlight is the single source of luminosity shining onto the wooden balcony, as you sit in the cold and apply all that passion to the lined edges. You do it every time, you know you do, you write about honesty and pride and connection. And then when you sit down, thinking about your esteemed digressions. When you lie down horizontally on your bed and realize that the damn fear of being impolite and the fear of upsetting someone else got to you once again and made you envelope the truth. So, what do you do then? You wait a while, obviously. Probably a couple of months, until the mist outside feels new again, and the drizzle of the rain inspires you to find a place deep inside your…

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