always show you the same thing. sky. birds. people walking by, entering and exiting. you want to jump out, you want to rush in. you want to slam them shut and out, or open them up to the sun and stars... to the sly look from across a subway car, full of wonder, of possibility...hope...
that you are not alone.
fear. is a dirty little word. it's truly the obscene little "f" word. it stops you dead in your tracks, keeps the windows and doors shut tight, hiding the moon and the starry night, the sun with its supreme smile, and eyes looking for possibility, a chance, and a little bit of hope...
that you are not alone.