fear and new york

hated the long subway rides. the assault of smells. the brush-bys by men who should not be. that. close

this week loneliness sat heavy and oppressive on my chest. this week loneliness curled up under the two highest bones

that's the great comfort: all things pass. sadness and loneliness. seasons of our life and slivers of time. and happiness too. and it cycles back only to move on again

i hated new york this week

hated that i've taken to hiding in the stairwell when i see that one particular neighbor waiting )

but this week. oh this week

this week i was lonely

loneliness

if i'm going to be lonely

but again there comes that call--that push: remember this. remember this

if only

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