Saturday, March 22, 2008


I didn't even think about it. I just did it one day.
Got behind the wheel of the world's ugliest Volkswagon Jetta and went. Placed myself like a black crowbar into the crevice of the road and wrenched the sky open.

This life doesn't feel weird to me. It feels like I escaped from a kidnapping, back to a life I hadn't met yet.

I volunteer to stay alive. Soup kitchens, food banks, shelters. I weight less than a gnat's spit, but I don't mind.

You think I'm running from something? Not from, nor to. Just running.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi! Just back from holidays so I have a bit of catching up to do.
I really like this little bit; think I'd like the person in it.
"Just running." Good ending.
lol, mapa