How to become a literary, a luminary, to know and feel a sparkling flash of purpose and sense of self? In college, I dreamt of becoming a big city fish. In New York, I'm finding that everyone's a piranha.
Barely the definition of an adult, I'm trying to navigate through the city, the scenesters, the lackies, the lonely, and wondering if
I'll ever fit in.
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3 comments:
so pretty
Sip, muy lindas.
Love your writing--but could you keep posting photos, too? They're so refreshing after New York City-scape. day-in and day-out. : )
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