i crinkle my nose.
i smile anyways. its truth in its own way.
i miss it.
freedom in the subway (time constraints and all).
bryant park. is beautiful.
buskers sing for dollars. hungry.
loving art, life, & song.
photoshooting, bravery and loneliness.
It's all the same.
i miss it.
there is love, pain and brokenness.
but it works. it's raw, it's real.
you can't be blind, when you see. (if you really look).
i miss it.
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