It’s raining here.
Here is New York and I’m trying to fulfill an expectation and a dream by way of Newark, New Jersey. I am a romantic. I just can’t bring myself to the knees of cynicism. I think I would die if I did. Ever the optimist, believing and imagining that all will be well even when I know it’s not possible.
I stand on this edge of reason, waiting to jump off.
Catch me if you can.
I am waiting for the Fall ...
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