Slips

What a difference a little note can make. So that when I sat down on that train, tired, sweaty, ready for my grave (a cool and comfortable relief after such a day), scrolled around my ipod to put on some Greg Laswell, and my finger slipped and instead turned on a little Guns n' Roses, my whole self was transformed. From slow breaths and leaning against the cool of the train car metal to my blood boiling, my steps bouncing across Bedford Street and Seventh Avenue, and all the world a dance. How grateful I was, for the mistake.

They're out ta get me.

But do you know? They won't catch me.

:)