it is a beautiful day
the sun is out, shining on my bared skin
raptors circle overhead
in the clear blue sky
and we are all thinking about death.
softness, poignant and melancholy in my ears.
rediscovered from a time of such darkness a hopelessness, back then.
i cried every day eleven years ago, every day.
always on my way to work.
often in the bathroom.
usually from relief in the parking lot.
“…lose yourself in lines dissecting…”
it is a beautiful day.