Saturday, April 9, 2011

Nothing important.

New York is breath taking. Sometimes I find it difficult to breath.


Going places is expensive, once I used to like going places, cities, people, women. Now I don't know what I can't stand, going places or just stand. Nothing has stopped though, I have a world to journey, all by myself.


I am now broke.


But I cant stop till I am broken. But I am the unbreakable, a tremendous momentum in motion.


Sometimes in all the worlds I see, I am simply exploring my backyard.


It's a tiny house of limitless possibilities.

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