28 May 09 PM

I'm not here, not really. In my mind I am thousands of miles away, walking down another street washed with the same sunlight. I can still hear the heavy hum of the city in the background, reverberating around the unusually deserted street. I can still picture the cool blue of the sky, and the trees beginning to reclothe their naked branches. This prose is terrible, but suffice to say I'm on my own at rush hour. It's not so far away in time or even distance really, but I wonder if it'll ever be possible to go back.