New York City. A crumbling building, bass that rattles my teeth from the apartment below me. Garbage strewn rooms and housemates that at turns drive me mad and save my life. A shadowed life, half-dreamt in the face of big plans and bigger failures. Morning sun on my face and the act of waking with joy at being exactly where I want.
New York City. The beat of my heart. There is enough time. I am not afraid.