i've become less discriminatory about what i say here

i miss summer glow, late nights spent with the windows open and the sometimes rain or 4 am sprinklers. it's raining now in new york but nothing feels new because of it. i don't know what to say; i've made it a long way on uncertainty. so much for tongues; i'm tired to the point of want & impossible things.

my window is open and what blows in smells like weed. oh, new york where a walk down the block smells sweet like that. oh, new york that i denigrate despite majesty.