The promenade is a tidal wave of people unearthed from their hiding spaces, New York City explodes into life. I am reminded of the illnesses that once ran rampant through my body, which I thought I had eradicated. But you are never free of that which tangles itself into your bloodstream. It's almost that time of year again, the reminder of a day when you leapt from open windows and pulled the rug from under yourself, I do not forget it. It's been so many years now, it's been a lifetime, it's hard to remember even who I was then.
But not hard enough.
Seems I'm spending this lifetime trying to outrun what is always one step ahead.
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