9.01.2004

someday this week will be a novel.



out on the streets there was no time

to pause, or look back...



ive seen the light. literally, man. it was on the path train, when we came out of the darkness of the tunnel and into the brilliant sunlight blasting on ground zero. i blinked and flipped open my phone and was about to dial but then i stopped and flipped it closed. something strange came over me as we turned 'round the edge of that giant, puddle ridden hole. i was like an animal responding to a far off sound--i stood there on the platform, watching the escalators rising slowly into the air. i watched everything kinda peal off of itself until all that was left were the shapes and the feelings.

there was darkness, and gray revenge like smoke

but there was also profound beauty and love

clinging protecting love


i moved through the city without a plan or a purpose.

i let the air pull me a long.

i wasn't looking for revelations but that's what i got

the whole world changes when you take the time to actually look at it.






unwellness





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