bushwick--->astoria.
"fate and tragedy
i'm calling you selfish, begging men
sweet sounds don't leave
because there's a world i've got to see
and silently it waits for me
sweet sounds don't leave..."
standing on the long train ride out to see joe and danielle. breathtaking sunset. i see an old man sitting. frail, tired. he's got a korean war veteran hat on. reminds me of my grandpa. mom's dad. have to turn my head and look away from him or else i'll start tearing up. i'm not really so dead inside after all. not that i was ever concerned.
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