a study in goodbye; an etching of hellos

time has lapsed with me unable to hold onto the tailend of is memories. much has changed since i committed my experiences to virtual paper. and with the changes, cycles have spun through: deaths and rebirth; sleep and consciousness; activity and dormancy.

i have left new york after 13 years of threats to leave it behind. but like a desperate lover, it kept seducing me back with new promises, hinted hopes of a different life together. and i stayed on, believing in its earnestness and turning a blind eye to its gilded words. but in those 13 years, i knew deep down that we would not wed. i would not and could not call ny my love nor home.