NOTHING

This morning the air felt like fall for the first time. It made me sad. It means another year went by. With nothing to show for it.

Every year is the same. It’s different each time, but it feels the same. A year ago was nothing. Today is a little bit more.

It’s funny how the worst times are the ones I always seem to remember most fondly.

I came to New York to run away from nothing. Then there was something and I wanted to run away. Now, with adventure on the horizon, I want to stay. I want to run away from the future. Run away into the past. But in the past there was nothing.

And right now I feel the breeze. The summer is coming to an end.

Nothing passed us by.