I was coming down off uppers and had to go for a walk to slow my mind, so I stepped out onto the avenue past midnight with my hands deep in the coat I got from a thrift shop. Everyone still out here moved with a reason and a sense of belonging, a delivery bag on a bike or a cab door swinging open, and I drifted between them flat and quiet, probably looking a little odd strolling at this hour. Holiday lights blinked along the fire escapes and the moon hung over a dumpster smoldering behind a diner. Somehow I felt more awake with every block, warm and easy against the cold. A squirrel scrambled up the brick while two cats watched it from a stoop, and I laughed out loud at the two of them. Steam rolled up from a grate and the breeze carried it across the crosswalk where a group of friends in scarves sang their way home, breath clouding under the heavy streetlight, their voices bright against the night. The city glowed in every lit window and every passing headlight, and I walked on slow with my chest open to the cold, wide awake and grateful to be out here breathing it in and feeling nice.
>>2916571Lay off the drugs loser
>>2916571Elementary school, low resolution writing by a ratshit drug user
>>2916571I'm South Asian btw, not sure if that matters
>>2916571When I was a teenager we had a branch of Jackson creek that ran through our property, but to get to it we had to go through 1/4 mile of treacherous swamp. Most of the way was either flooded, mudholes or quicksand, so you had to jump from tree root to tree root. Mpst of the time the only place to stand on solid ground was tree roots and sometimes they would all be covered in moss and swamp slime so if you didn't land your foot correctly you would slip off the root and there's nothing to grab or hold and you get swallowed by the swamp. We always made sure someone was with us, none of us went back there alone because we've all had to pull eachother out of quicksand and mudholes that we would not have survived alone.I don't what this has to do with your post but I'm getting old and I think there's an instinct when you get older to ramble on at people.
