Untill I have something to say,
I'll be treating this like my tumblr: http://britreed.tumblr.com/
which is basically posting/sharing things that I find interesting.
btw, I come home on thursday.

Learning new songs.

Bus Stop by the Hollies being one of them.

New York and the terrible excuse for a writer.

<sup>everyone
is disappearing
to
New York...


the city
that holds
it
all.


empty streets
side crossed
with shadowed
dreams.




time is coming up
short
in chicago.
Still
I could not
leave to live in
New York.



It's a place
only meant
to
visit for me.


It will
may
never be home.



Those tall
dark buildings
gleaming.
Like the forest
canopy
relentlessly keeping
the sun from the life below</sup>