where i want to be
where I want to be, right now. i can imagine the warmth on my face, the night city breeze sighing around being patiently cold. i see myself sitting on a wooden bench watching the faces of the people surrounding the fire, pretending to myself that i can guess who had never seen it before until just then and hoping for their sake that it was an accident so the it would seem to them to mean more, like god brought them to a brillant eruption of random beauty to remind them that they were loved.
