who even cares

the last night. rain, whisky, friendship, liberty, blackouts, cab rides as the boss, the past, smashed guitars of a current influence and too many commas. the last night. much like the first, sleepin on couches and bouncin around with no furniture in a town of lights. minute til midnight. lots of snapshots and lots of smiles. beginning of a summer and the end of something. i say this with closed eyes. inspiring to say the least, not even to think if it really mattered. endless possibilities of escape. wishin they all could see where i lie and how it all works. pride and joy of endless rambles. much love from the streets of new york.

Lost in NYC

This has been created to log my move to nyc!