.Sidewalks.

I think. I rebuild every couple of weeks. I constantly break. I constantly break down. I constantly trip myself. I constantly stand.

I try to stand for something. I try to learn something. I try to teach myself something. I try to do something I respect. Not always respected by others. But that is never the point.

I try to like who I am. I try to understand who I am. I try to greet the skin I am in with a smile. I try to forgive myself for imperfections. I try to capture my flaws.

I try to understand subjective perception, and I try to negate it. I try to deflect it. I try to wave it away. And sometimes it is the subjection that trips me. So  I try to refute. And I try to fight it. And I drain energy within. So I re surge and I refill.

And I stand and I walk.

And I wake and I talk.

And I see and I create.

A space I respect.

A place I don't have to dissect.

A place I know.

A place. A world I respect. And a world I see. See myself being part of.

And I live. And I like and I sometimes love. But most of all I create something better. Something stronger. And I imagine. And I reflect. And I see. Something different. And I think. And I hope. And I watch. For others.

For others that fall. And that stand. And that rebuild. And relate. And we walk. Hand in hand. Ear to ear. Voice to voice. And we talk. And reflect. And watch. And subject. And object. And recline.

And at a point we part. And we take with us a new idea. And we smile. And we see that apart. We are all still together.

And our eyes may be set outward. But our thoughts are still inward. And that with imaginations our conversations never end. And our distances are never as far as the topographical map may imply. But collectively we create.

Something intangible, but perfect. Something beautiful, but conceptual. Something irrational, but possible. And we are able to stand taller alone, because we are never really alone.

So, now I walk not alone. But I walk behind an idea. I walk beside a shadow. And I walk in front of an army. An army of unfinished conversations. Of lingering affinities. Of lost gazes. Misunderstood punch lines. Fountain pennies. Falling stars. Of Lucky numbers. Of unsettled dreams. Of unmailed post cards.

I like to walk the sidewalks at night. On rainy nights I don't have to share. On cold rainy nights. I smile. Because the roads are mine. And my thoughts are mine. And my ideas are mine. But are shared. With others that walk alone. But not really. Because they are there. And I am here. And we walk together. And we think. And we watch. And we imagine. And we create.

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