When I turn the light out, I am nowhere. The silence is so deep it hums in my ears. The darkness is so black that my eyes forget how to see. The suburban night is a mystery, sprinklered lawns and hidden parkways, I am thrown off by the peaceful ride along the Hudson, this is not where I belong. New York floods and I want to drown in it, an honest New Yorker is the kindest person you’ll meet, take this bedroom community pleasantries away from me.
Everything will be okay in the end.
You make it through, one conviction at a time.
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