(no subject)
life knocked me off my platforms
so i pulled out my first pair of boots
bought on the street at astor place
before new york was run by suits
and i suited up for the long walk
back to myself
closer to the ground now
with sorrow
and stealth
past the city lights of durban through silhouetted trees and the firebugs hanging over me, beneath the midnight blue sky strewn with stars, the soft orange glow illuminating the slick pavement. and i look around and say to myself, everything is temporary, all that we are is fragile and transitory. we are so easily lost. so i walk, with sorrow and stealth, back to myself, carrying the loss.
so i pulled out my first pair of boots
bought on the street at astor place
before new york was run by suits
and i suited up for the long walk
back to myself
closer to the ground now
with sorrow
and stealth
past the city lights of durban through silhouetted trees and the firebugs hanging over me, beneath the midnight blue sky strewn with stars, the soft orange glow illuminating the slick pavement. and i look around and say to myself, everything is temporary, all that we are is fragile and transitory. we are so easily lost. so i walk, with sorrow and stealth, back to myself, carrying the loss.