2013; an End

Scribbles in a random notebook,
from sometime in the fall:

Remember why you are fighting,
why you are here. 

You are here to love this 
City,
and to write. 
As long as you do that,
then the means by which 
you do it are irrelevant.

Even if you live in a tiny room,
and save your pennies to 
afford those drinks,
and work whatever jobs come
up that'll do you no good 
on your Resume,

As long as you love New York
and Write,
Then you are winning the War.

Bring it on, 2014.
I am here.