"when was the last time you were happy?"
I was at home. by the sea, frolicking in the sandy trail, chasing birds. listening to the ocean waves burst ever so softly against the shore. long walks exploring my city. long nights by my windowsill, legs dangling out the window as the cool breeze whisks away my cigarette smoke. the early morning ray of light beaming through the glass, the incredible face warmth. the endearing message etched in periwinkle across the street on an abandoned lot. the words "you look beautiful today" embedded in my brain. the 7:30 peaceful morning--on my way to pick up my favorite brew, with honey and soy. heaven. i watch as the pigeons walk by. the smell of angst and passion next door. the poetry on the walls. the people, oh the people were so beautiful. the city--in the midst of all the traffic, the begging artists, the crime, the pollution, the hate, the frivolity, the organic to the raw & untouched by man, the secret unnecessary organizations against everyone and everything, the drunkards and ladies of the night, the city is home.
i haven't said home in a long time.
