it's gonna be hard to leave manhattan this may.

and by leaving manhattan, i don't mean the land or the city. these would be empty without...

people. i DO mean people. we can only be in one place at one time.

the memories that i'll take with me, full of those i will leave, will, at times, make me smile and then weep.




does it sound like i'm dying? cuz, it sure feels like it. either that or going to war.