One of Those Ghosts

I sent my deposit in.

Pace NYC class of 2015!

people who do drugs think they’re tough, while they are really cowards. They do drugs to suppress the pain associated with their problems. They are running from their issues instead of dealing with them directly. 

They are the biggest cowards of us all. 

And I will stand proud and say that I have never touched drugs or alcohol and never will because my fear of pain will never ruin my life. I will deal with my problems directly and never run. I will never lose control.

February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.

Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,
Race through the noise of bells and wheels
To where the ink and all your grieving
Are muffled when the rainshower falls.

To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,
A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,
Fall down into the puddles, hurl
Dry sadness deep into the eyes.

Below, the wet black earth shows through,
With sudden cries the wind is pitted,
The more haphazard, the more true
The poetry that sobs its heart out.

Decorating cookies with caroline for Easter http://twitpic.com/4oplw6

I went to the city today to the neighborhood where I’ll be living for the next four years

I’ve realized my dreams are coming true

I just gotta stop being such a douche bag about everything