This was written in September 2008, a week after my move from suburban Virginia to Jersey City:
I am free.
I don't know how anyone else defines that word, freedom. Technically, my life isn't free, for so many reasons. Read more »
To Shayna...
Your world is a kaleidescope. You need nothing to be happy; sometimes only the air moving makes you laugh. It's tomorrow, and you're still talking about yesterday—how full it was of colors and sights and voices. Read more »
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