sprawl
Endless streets and marble sheets, posts with lamps and room for all. Like any other place, but like all other places - different and interesting in the unknown factors. The wind sweeps and the rain dampens my shirt. My shoulders are wet but my eyes are wide. Brisk movements carried with words that once were, or tried to be.
My time spent is not wasted. Spent, used for a good or service, experience in this case. Spending it still, of that there is no doubt. Each step is another adventure. Held high is my pack and the bag across my chest, though that doesn’t get you through the door.
Birds. They look and look and look, I don’t know what they see beyond the details. I see another part of this world we don’t deserve, yet here we are. We have to do our best. I see a home. Not for me, maybe, but for so many who are thrust into this whirlpool we call life.
It can’t be helped. Our nature is to learn, to find out what’s next. To master skills, hone our craft. Discovery in essence and learning then applying would be the craft, here. Partial metaphor lines my characters, in Times New Roman.
To be within our bounds, those with reason and those without.. I preface an option with reason, but it doesn’t exist. No reason for keeping yourself within the lines each day. Not the physical lines. Comfort. Far more others exist beyond the lines, find them. Others. Not people, but all of the above. You’ll find them, won’t you? I’m leaving it up to you. Good luck.
But that’s not where the tail ends, the tale being told to you now. The loop of words. I don’t mean to lead you on. There’s meaning here, but I can’t tell you that tale, at least. I’m sorry.
Another day will pass, and I will be here. I take great love and care for where I’m from, and I don’t discount it for the existence of something else, something different or new. What I’m doing now, that is. It’s all worth it, every piece. Not just here; but there. And the places from which you hail hold just as much value. Don’t think otherwise.
There’s no lesson. I can’t teach someone to exist, and I won’t tell them how to do it, even if I could. That takes away the whole point.