Monday, April 15, 2013

day 212

So close to home, Boston-

When you almost lose home in a city you've learned to memorize, you question the sanity behind the unspoken lyrics of every occupied park bench. I sit alone in my favorite coffee shop and I listen to a few people panic. As I learn that I can only reach my best friends through social networking and texting, I think about the flaw in society. How am I supposed to scream in silence?

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