here i am calm. everyone has those moments when the very air seems to reassure that this a moment worth the journey; worth all the previous and accumulating pains. the air is cold and dry, the sagebrush is deeply rooted to the soil and doesn’t blow willy nilly in the wind like tender newbie branches. i want to stand firmly. i want to assert. but i don’t want to be wrong and unintentionally do harm or hurt. being young is one big growing pain at times.
Greenwich Village strolling / St. Mark’s Place, doors of distinction
I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.