roll. stop. roll.
passing a bank, a chocolate shop, clothing stores, book stores, the thai place, that cafe usually surrounded by fixed gear bikes, apartment lobbies spreading their glow out onto the street, modern buildings thrown in with antiques, glass and brick blurring together, all empty, all quiet, waiting patiently to be filled. the steady movement of a car stopping or slowing at the end of each block, at each stop light. a car ride that cannot be measured in minutes, only in thoughts, only in a lifetime of thoughts.
you are aware, for the first time without doubt, that all of the things you worry about are petty and will pass. that life is a matter of constantly following your heart and doing what seems right to you. that it is a waste of time to feel inadequate or insecure. that you are loved, regardless. you will not last forever; make the best of it. feel everything thoroughly, waste no time being apathetic.