I am in the desire of something to spark my consciousness back to reality.
the snap of gravel under old sneakers
cracked soles and peeling rubber
scratches on the lenses of old sunglasses
secrets in the alcoves of church doors and the alleyway behind the metropolitan.
Sometimes I am consumed
Sometimes I am freed
I wait for a sign and then I will let go


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