The first thing that I see different is the light. When most people see the light, they see a honey colored glow, warming the earth with a sense of hope, of love. But that's not how I see it.
I see the light as new, new meaning and new future. It's Not the same thing as hope or love. It can be dark to, because sometimes the light is darker than the darkness, and maybe the reason is because people don't seem to realize it before it's upon them. But I see it. I know. It's just another way, I suppose, that I'm not the same, that I'm different. It's still not good though, it's just the way I see it.
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AcakBernie, never without his Yankees cap. Bernie, laughing like he'd never laugh again. He smells like cigarettes and pot and music. Bernie, opening me up to the world when I thought the doors where sealed forever. Bernie. 1988, Bronx New York She's 1...
