friskin

(I won't lie.)

I'm feeling hopeless. It feels like everything is falling through again.

Maybe I'm confused because everything has been smelling so unfamiliar. Today during the parade I noticed how each block smelled different. I was as much a spectator as the people on the sidewalks, if not more so. Behind my sunglasses, the people couldn't tell if I was staring at them. I liked invisably watching them watching me.

The story behind the music.
The knees on the bus.
The Hooker, the tag.
The step (left, right).
The sweat.
The pants.
The notes.
The look.

I'm waiting for God to show me something.