you’re standing in an UWS two boots and there’s only us all three together. you’re standing with hopes, dreams, visions of the very present and the inescapable future.
everything you own flanks your sides in two small tote bags, and the weight is both on and off your shoulders.
nearing midnight in winter, and the world is shifting perspective with you in the crossmarks. you’re reeling, and everyone is in your sections cheering you on.
best of luck in all matters.