what if i got killed before i made it to israel? i never really thought or cared about this stuff but suddenly, i realized, i’m actually fulfilling something i chose to commit to, and if i didn’t make it, i’d have lived unrealized and that would just be so sad.
bagels.
green and white street signs.
skyscrapers.
brook-len.
hip hop.
bodegas.
beastie boys.
christmas.
catholic school uniforms.
new jersey turnpike.
window shopping.
labor day.
snowstorms.
window lights are city stars that have led me here - away
stars that carry, stars that mend; city stars never sway.
i peer across city stars; behold the city of Roam
through car windows i see stars; above green stars pointing home.
these stars are where my trust was born; these stars will carry through
but soon the stars of nightlit roads will bring me close to you.
as i was walking towards the post office, for a split second i felt like i was in israel - it smelled right, it looked right, it felt right- you know what i mean? and then i walked inside, and the line was out the door, and it just made me smile cuz i felt like i was home.
the only two things a person can control are: 1. their own actions 2. their own reactions
“fate” “destiny” “god” = words that take responsibility off of a person and thus make the person think s/he is not responsible for his/her own actions and reactions and life…
drama: when people try to control anything else besides 1. their own actions 2. their own reactions
rachel: i have a secret
liz: sure
rachel: before i fall asleep at night i cry to myself in my bed
liz: why hun?
rachel: bec i think about you leaving…
what have i done here?