some weeks ago i had the opportunity to be wandering the streets at night far from my home.
there's no point not telling you where i was; certainly you know.
alone on a cold night, with no plan or direction. fantastic.
the thing is, i am in love.
off in the corner? the one with the grey sweater, that's me.
and i can't remember how to get back home, because even though i know where i am (steps of the public library), all i remember is that the place i am going is on seventh OR eighth, and that the cross street has a four in it. or a three.
i thought: this would be an incredible place to go out of my head. easy to do. almost tempting. but bad, you know?
i wandered a long time and finally the street furniture looked familiar.
i went inside.