Bookends

Standing at the station in the old town, above ground, waiting for a connecting train, and the feeling that I'd scream or cry or throw up, because this storm needed to escape somehow. You know these houses, these streets, it's been years already and seems like only yesterday you were homeless in them and built a life out of the sticks you found. You've had a moment's reprieve lately, you didn't realize for you got spoiled in it but that's what it was, just a minute to breathe and be part of the normal world in their calm and that's over now. You were meant for these storms, for this itch, you were meant to hurt. It is a familiar world, you're not afraid, you just forgot and maybe something better will come of it. Say your goodbyes. Bleed over pages. Run from everything but yourself.