In Flight

This tragic, dismantled, littered and overgrown void in Downtown is one of my favorite spots... the bird silhouettes specifically. It's just a small glimpse at a beautiful surprise in the midst of an ugly situation... a metaphor I'm often inclined to adhere to.

There has to be something surprising and miraculous in every downtrodden situation, right?

Anyway, in honor of their metaphorical flight, I'll talk about my own: I decided to not see the Boy anymore. I flew away. Fast, like always.

Sometimes being single feels tragic. Sometimes it feels just right.