Rewind

After sitting still through a lonely hour of distracted, half thoughts bumping into every wrinkle of grey matter, I suddenly become aware that I need to get off this bus and go appear completely same for a conversation with my roommate. (Which raises my heart rate just a bit because today is a day I certainly am not!) No worries that went well, I proceed into the bank for the next task, and go on down the street. Suddenly I have a moment of pure, clear, sharp-focused awareness- Here I am walking down W 12th street, broke, ciggarette in hand, ponytail whipping through icy spring air. Ive been here before, my life of three years ago. Ive ffinally went backwards so far as to arrive back at the beginning of this whole heart-ran, mindless romance. Then I think no- this feels different than then. Then I just went with whatever hapoens happens and today I walk with the reins firmly in my tough little hands, leaned forward, teeth barred to the icy wind and a window reflection that shows a tall straightened back and confidant stride.

~ by lostwidow on 2015/03/17.