the world
i've said it before
the world is my most adored.
when there's jazz playing
at the Cambie beside the drinking Cambie
i've got the noise in my head.
a stranger said to me today: i wish
everyone was more like you.
and i felt insecure.
i am beginning to sense something new
and something emotional: grown up loneliness.
drastic and different from the childish innocence
of being alone in younger years.
i know now that i have experienced hurt
but this knowledge is purely reflective.
i wonder
how much
pain
i am in
now.
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.