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Can Fly
I can't get over this [y'all notice I repeat topics. We call it "stuck". But that's just the cool way of saying "insane". Which, sadly, I am] but the beauty of just standing outside after years of not being anywhere other than a concrete grave... It makes me cry, it's so sweet.
Two small birds, chickadees I believe, flew overhead chirping. The Doppler of the sound coming then leaving. Poetic.
An old rotor engine plane passes. Zooom. Seagulls. I swear I can hear their wings slice the air.
I shower for a good thirty minutes. Get real lobster red. I then go stand outside, it's heaven. I don't even dry off. Just in my boxers. Stand there smelling freedom.
Going for these five years without showers or outside... Going all these years on bologna meals... and now to shower, go outside, eat real food... Forgive me if I forgot how to live and what life is. If you see me on the corner one day just looking up, grinning, with tears slowly falling down my cheeks, bus ticket blown from my hands down the avenue, my wallet stolen unnoticed...
It's not madness you witness.
So, I'm O.K. Because of normal everyday activities that everyone out there reading these words takes for granted.
I know what it's like to not be O.K.; to go on even when each step hurts. To wish death. And now I'm starting to remember what it's like to wish life. Chirp chirp.
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