Wandering
I disappear. Mostly from club. I'll be talking to people, drinking and having a good time. Then I feel a need to retrace my footsteps. I was born in gainesville, gre up here. Have lived most of my life here. Thompson says "if you look west with the right kind of eyes", my west is here. Tonight i retraced my steps when i was 4. I wandered out of club and found myself on the top of the side stairway of the hippodrome. I remember looking out through those bars, holding one in each hand and pressing my face against thier cold steel and feeling so full of happyness. I had just seen a play, and my mother had taken me to it. The joy you can feel years after some moment of wonder like that, to feel if still swirling deep in your heart. Some little bit of goodness in the world. I stood up there and remembered the skyline before it was tall. Like me the town has grown. But sometimes i still see it with the right kind of eyes.
Memory does not change, only the way you see it.
Memory does not change, only the way you see it.