My last, San Francisco

My last, san francisco,

is taking myself home

Up hills, down streets, a path my own

My last, san francisco,

is waking up alone

even among so much doubt, this, i know

My last, san francisco,

was taking it all in,

Who knows when I’ll see any of it again

My last, san francisco,

Is all that i won’t forget

Though what I won’t remember, I won’t regret

My last, san francisco,

Is whatever comes next

And for whatever it’s worth, hoping for the best

nothing’s ever been so blue

as starting at the end and ending there too

lol

 

From today

 yerba buena (Eternal Sunshine)

When is the next time I’m gonna see you again?

I think about it all the time,

What we’ve been and what we’ve done

As much as I want to forget

I just want even more to remember

Everywhere is chock full of things i will never  forget

I know

No matter what i want or not

They’ll fade to the past

Further and further

Dimmer like stars out in the firmament

But if one day I come back here,

To this spot,

what torments me

is that they will all come rushing back

and i’ll be even more powerless than i am now

Offline Vibes influence vol. 6

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3UWiQsDj5cE

Moving

 i’m moving& I have just been in plan/pack/execute mode nonstop and then the idea hit me: that i’m leaving not just SF — which doesn’t rly bother me bc i’ll be back here often enough i’m sure — but i’m leaving my room & apartment.

-so many things- happened to me in this space. seeing it halfway packed up…torn down…is just really poignant . i know the memories are all in the past anyway, they’re done.

it’s been an insane three years seriously i think for everyone.

“your new life is going to cost your old one.”

that’s a tweet i saw a long time back, like at least 1.5 years ago? probably longer? which i knew was true at the time and could faintly resonate with to something i never think about but just _live authentically_