rough.rolling.slack.jawin.street.brawlin we wander.walk.crawl.run through city streets slick with unknowns and the heat of why.not/new.york. forks come at us like gladiators, like enemies, the threat of annihilation raised high in cement hands. smiling, we choose unwisely until we find ourselves in more familiar lands. cool.clear.crisp.clean, almost unseen the fountain passes by. i run back, drag you with me. god how much i love this city. we submerge our hands, feet still in city sands, grasping at the cold—
laughing.living.bold.
|Aran|
