I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
Sometimes the trolley feels a lot like the busses in middle school; it reminds me of the subways in chicago when strangers would meet only at crossroads to never see each other again. Some of us take the same trolley everyday to go to work and seeing the same strangers has a quiet comfort to it, but other days the trolley is empty and all of a sudden it feels like the 3am subway guiding me home after an all night rave. When I become nastalgic days and moments blur into each other.