In The Next Election, I'm Voting For

I Try To Convince Myself That It's The Alcohol Talking. But Alcohol Can't Talk. It Just Sits There. It Can't Even Get Itself Out Of The Bottle.

If There Wasn't A Word For It, Would We Realize Our Masochism As Much?

I Felt Like I Was Missing Something. Missing You More. Missing Whatever Was Going To Happen Next.

That Air. The Air Afterwards. I Wanted To Breathe It In. It Felt Right To Breathe It In. Because We Were Breathing Them In, Weren't We? And The Building. We Were Breathing It All In. And I Thought, There's A Part Of This That's Actually A Part Of Me Now. I Now Have That Responsibility. I Am Alive, And I Am Breathing, And I Can Do The Things This Dust Can't Do.

Sorry To Be So Cynical, But This Is New York