It feels… untouchable.
Ifeel untouchable.
The skyline. The lights. The clock.
The wind clawing at my skin,
starved for my attention.
And everythingdrops.
The label.
The rules.
The control.
The grief.
The fear.
All of it,
ripped out of my chest and tossed to the city
like it was never mine to carry.
And for a second?—
just one second?—
I’m bigger than all of it.
I laugh, and there’s no hiding it.
It's finally breaking free from the basement of my throat,
cracking out of me and hitting the night.
The city finally shut the fuck up long enough to let me breathe.
And then it hits me too hard.
My chest burns.
My vision blurs.
And all of a sudden,
I’mcrying.
Fast, rude-as-hell crying.
I blink up at the sky,
try to swallow it back,
try to breathe through it.
