the concrete jungle

beep, beep, beep. shuffle, pardon me, shuffle shuffle. no sorry, I don't have any spare change. honk honk, sirens, yelling, no I don't have a minute... shuffle along. It never stops - always noisy, always people, bustling, sleeping in the doorway of a closed subway, standing in the middle of the traffic deep in conversation with god. Loud, bright, busy - escape. I get lost in it, get sucked up and spat out - but it is such a drastic shift from the mundane, the day-to-day. Would you live here? I don't know that I could. My soul may be restless, but I wouldn't withstand the current of constant movement this place is so well known for. Despite our differences, I feel safe here - a hidden face in a sea of human bodies. What's the zanzibar, I ask. You laugh. In a different world, it all seems to meld into one big pot of being. Everything that moves within me during the domesticated life I am living, dissipates. It's a good feeling, the nothingness of being away from our home. I begin to feel guilt creep up, but it doesn't last long, and I let it go. I'll be home soon, they will have missed me, I know. Not real missing though, just a moment in time that will pass as quickly as any other week where I am the constant. It's good to shake up reality every once in awhile, keeps us on our toes, teaches us resilience. I am so glad to hear you laugh, it's light and full of hope and trust. You laugh all the time, but not like this, this is a different kind of laugh. I laugh too, but as with you, it is different. What would we be like, without all of the 'things'? Pointless, maybe, to wonder. We wouldn't be us, that's for certain. That won't stop me from loving every moment that it is just 'us'... we wander the concrete jungle, and I feel you beside me, and I am happy.