The Fuel By Which My Soul Breathes

Had a rough night last night...and about to embark into the unknown. My life has been hard due to a mix of circumstances outside of my control and those which are entirely my own doing. Those who know me best know that despite it all I am the embodiment of good intentions. Just received a text from my mother commending me on how I handled some such "circumstances outside of my control" and some close friends have been a mirror for me...showing me who I truly am despite my lack of confidence. There is no doubt in my mind, in all the years I've been around...the most important currency you can accumulate is true friendship and love. It is the fuel by which my soul breathes...

Goodnight...Goodybe NYC...

I've been pondering on this for some time now.  Feel like the tunnel is closing and time is almost up.  Things hit the head and splattered into a million pieces.  And I am left with only one thought.  Goodbye NYC...  The city that manufactured my soul, brought me high and smashed me low, filled my heart and taught me all I know.  My destiny is a splendid thing...that I cannot see from this vantage point, but I can feel it with my every breath and heartbeat.  It's time to move on... yes... time to start something just for me and...new.