i always think i can do without sleep and then find out too late i can't. leaving new york tonight and of course it's raining. what's happened to the hot sweltering new york summer?

tired like a broken bottle like spilt water. would give - not anything - but rather a lot - to be home right now - to be in a safe place - to touch solid ground. as if home, a safe place and solid ground designated specific, concrete places. it's a terrible cliche, but home is where love is, isn't it? and if you're not there, you might as well be anywhere in the world.

am in deep denial about having to leave - this city that i have learnt to love - the people that i have learnt to love - you.