Shanty Town.

My Dear Sweet Misguided Boat,

My Ever Present Future,

My Ideal,

My Home,

Long abused and neglected. Ivy covering your half-paint, half-rust facades- love abbandoned in the window boxes. Everything is alone, no helpful hands to guide or misuse. You're free, you're wild, you're young and you're alone. It is a very powerful time. Trust me. You're a place in my mind, you're the boat in the Newtown Creek and you're safe in my heart. A ghost ship. My ghost ship. You're an extentsion of my soul and you're forever alive in me. Just because I don't wave that often doesn't mean that I don't say "Hello" with every breath I take. I love you. More than ever. Things are always more beautiful when they've got a little bit of dirt in their nooks and crannies. You've aged my friend, you're growing- and it's good to grow. I love you, unconditionally.

Mom.