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The click, click, click of a camera draws his attention. 

If I had to say goodbye 
I wouldn't know what to say 

Would I embrace you 
Like we used to 
Or is the tension in the air pulling us away from that 

There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red tee-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.

People ask me,

Why do you love music so much?

Making music

Playing music

Listening to music.

I thought about it, and

I really love how it connects people.

People who are so different

this fire was no news to me,

this has happened before,

the orange sky was vivid to me,

it was bright and scary.

many people thought it'd go away on itself,

far away from my friends as they speak,

i never liked feeling alone. 

i never liked feeling left out.

but here i am, 

whenever i speak,

my words don't even go into one ear of any of my friends,