School stoops

You want perspective?

Sit on a schoolyard stoop at night, look at the stars and think.

It's then that you tell yourself all the things that you know you should have said, that you didn't have the guts to say, that you know were the right words...and you swallow them down. Digesting the day, the night. Sitting there in the dark, honest... negative space. Negative..self loathing and deep. Quiet and deafening at once. The blackness rushing away ... endless and infinite become quite real as you sit.

Perspective comes quick and catches your breath. Taking the air with its dusty, nimble and precise fingertips and rushing it out into that dark night.


And leaves you there ,looking up and hating that the space isn't more full.