It’s not as warm today but the feeling in the air is here for good. Winter is over. So I stop in the middle of the street. In a patch of bright sun. I stand stock still. No worries of being run down like a dog because my mind is somewhere else. Facing the sky I believe I’m free. Facing the sky I feel myself come undone atoms floating away into nothing. Imagine my smile.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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