Finding Bliss

I can feel a new horizon, that which I want to fight for, to die for, by my hand and through my choices. This country was never for me. I'm a weird person, I admit, therefore I shall not stay and be what I think others find comfortable. There is no comfort in me.

I'll take a shot right in the back and drink up suffocation. I think it's better to drown, to feel on the edge, to feel like I can finally let go and let the water in my lungs. For what it's worth, I will become part of the world I once came from. Some of us were never meant for the American dream. Some of us just believe that there's something more to give in to. Give up, breathe in and let it go. I'll never be the same. My future lays in the deeps of the world. I want to drown and be absorbed, relieved and reborn as liquid as water, flowing free, and becoming the source of living

Fuck the train. I'm hungry. I just had shepard's pie that my mom's other made. Dunno what to call him, he's cool though cause he makes delicious food and is funny. Just sat down on the front of the train. See a brown spot, sit next to it, homie across tells me that it's blood. For real? NYC, I love you but I fucking hate you... Piece of shit. Last night, girl pukes, passes out entire ride. Tonight, straight up blood before, streak of liquid running down the train. Fuck.

Ah, oh well. One time I can't listen to music on the subway. Guess the chatter of others can keep me safe on the ride home tonight. Ah dude, express train just going by and some one is smelling heavy of salami... Damn Italians.