city life

in the midst of the city, towering and powerful, i am but a paper doll. the world rushes by and i am left gazing at skyscrapers that seem as permanent as mountains and beautiful people who move with an elegance i've never known. they shine with perfection. i am rugged and unwashed. my face is covered with crimson dried blood and my body sags with extra weight.

i am nothing.


some days, i find a corner outside a building - a crevice or small alley - and i crouch down on my knees. i lean back, close my eyes. i listen to it all and take it in, suck it in as if i could have the whole entire city inside of me, as if i could become all of those people, all of the rush, all of the things of which i could never be a part.

i close my eyes so tight and mentally project myself high up in the air, where i can see everyone and everything - a place where i can feel important, big; worthwhile. i project myself to places unreachable.

and i whisper, "i am earth, i am wind, i am fire"