There is an old familiar feeling of the warm numb reality staring clear through
what has come to pass into the future road infinite in it’s hell and perils
vast with beauty that will never be viewed
bought and sold shaming the dawn with a price a tag that lowly beggars dare not even read
the anxious muscle cringes in front of the truth and the retinas turn downward
feet keep moving for the weight pulls forward knowing how selfish it is to go reverse
for genesis is the only part of this that can be erased
Destroy the words to kill the sound of truths unpleasant and painful
cross out the letters scrawled
delete text adjectives sent by angry fingers in fits of the regularly scheduled anxiety
Disregard the packaging
for the remaining
She has the amount of sympathy concrete has when you meet her face to face finally landing after a year long fall
Right next to the anxious jumping feeling that crawls from under the stomach and up the ripple of the neck
Reality decides when she’s coming to visit
So always set the mood
To whom it may concern,
It has been a pretty long year by most standards.. as you can guess since you are reading this the universe has decided to let stay a bit longer,she has a funny way like that.This time last year the streets were filling salt water,people were running for their lives,electric boxes were exploding everywhere…very third world through the streets of NYC neighborhoods.This year families will be lining the coastline with candles in celebration for themselves and their neighbors.The lights on the shore are a testament to what was and what is now daily life of the average family in these neighborhoods,they will stand together because of the lessons learned..all that is left is us.
This city abandoned it’s own people when the water rushed in and when help was needed most this awakened many people to a very ugly fact…the greatest city in the world gives not one fuck for it’s citizens unless they can profit off of you.
Neighbors helped each other rebuild homes and bonds that were forgotten about,selfless people came from everywhere to fight..and after a year,yes a full year later people are still coming to the trenches to battle.
This story is my story wrapped in the storyline of every family along these shores.
I am just a word in the long book of toil people have come to know.
New and old friends who are still here,I am the one honored to know and work with them..the others can pretend I died in the waters..
My neighbors gave me an award last weekend for saving her families life,I saved other peoples lives and they never knew my name which I am more comfortable with..back into the shadows I’ll go.
thanks,solidarity and love to everyone who gave their time,kind words,inspiration,mutual aid and themselves..
these stories are far from over and battles are far from remotely won
Just ask,I will be there
Tá sé ar fad an troid céanna, suas na reibiliúnaithe,
I dreamt that in my sleep passed me from mortality
Haunting a place
People go before they die away
I’ve lived there already