A new month awakens, leaves april showers behind, makes mole hills out of your mountains, was it always this easy to breathe? After all your attempts, it turns out there wasn't a trick to it at all but letting the smoke clear from the forest fire. Every step you take around the apartment is a careful consideration of what's at your fingertips: do I keep this coaster, when I move? Your landlord scoffs at your negotiations, Alphabet City quakes underneath the soles of your feet and you are unafraid. After all, does not the road lie beneath it? You consider how much can fit in a duffel, only to find that a neighbor is gifting one. The road winks at you, and your knees grow weak. A new story writes itself at your fingertips.
It's wondrous how emerging out of illness
feels so much like being born anew.
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