the sunlit skies call out my name once more.

lost everytime the sun turns orange.

I have packed my bags once more, but if you whisper my name to the wind, I will tell you where I have drifted off. You can tell me secret, a confession, anything. I'm still all ears.

I have kept pent-up feelings and let it out here, in forms of words and photos and everything else.
Nov 13
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new york, new york

I know I’ve moved, but I want to help this guy out so bad. I wish I was back in New York and actually living there so I could let him crash for as long as he needed and stuff. But I’m not. He’s not asking for money, just a place to stay or a meal or something but money. Is he chasing a dream? I don’t really know. I think he is, I internet-stalked his blogs and read how everything has crumbled and how he’s trying so hard to patch it together, but I am not sure if that is what’s really happening.

I think he’s pretty nice, and he’s probably not a crazy person/psycho, so if any of you are living in NY, or have friends/family who are willing to take in and help a stranger out, you e-mail him or ask that friend to e-mail him. I hope someone gives help. Sometimes all people need to get to a dream is a simple push, a kind word, or just company. And it’s always nice to help strangers, you get to know something more about yourself while you’re at it too.

Spread the word? Thank you.

(He can be reached at ThatWriterDude at Mail com (or CS [dot] McCann at yahoo))