Erosion is constantly occurring in this city. I suppose it cannot be helped, the way some parts of you fail to withstand the beating of cultures and expectations. I don't think I'm strong enough to preserve all my parts. Every day, I notice these subtle changes--thirsting for coffee in the morning, a new hat, needing music again and perhaps, a little weight gain. I'm even entertaining the idea of a tattoo. *raises eyebrow* Nothing too terrible, actually. Just a bit free-ER...err..more free. I find myself slowly changing before your eyes. I don't know if you see it, already. I'm still me, right? The city continues to pulse with life and I am just attempting to keep up with it.
I hope you recognize me when I come home.
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I hope you recognize me when I come home.
