Is This It?

Due to another (and ever piling) series of unfortunate events...

I'm moving to Philadelphia. 

Far away from the Norfolk concrete curbs, just north of Baltimore's humming dull activity, closer to Delaware's obscurity. 

I have a job. A place. A plan. 

And I can only tilt my rested head back and wonder if this is the end.

I have to leave two people.

One had it coming.

The other doesn't deserve her fate.

And although Im biased due to both of their totally different situations, 

those two opinions could easily be exchanged.

But it's my life that I have to live because as one wise, fucked up rap artist preached to a legion of misfits,

"At the end, who's there? You"

I want it all to be alright. Or perhaps I need (more) me time.

I get enough of it already, but this change will be my most challenging honestly. 

And it's not happening for me.

I can't get afraid. 

I take that back, I can, but just not enough.

There's that cloud, 

that dark, infinite smog that rains forever.

It's cold embrace screams it all too well.

Screaming that everything "won't" be alright. 

Later Days, Longer Nights