Foodnight..

That night we rode the 6 from the LES Uptown. We spoke about things we thought we would never mention, and things we had already forgotten. Do you even remember anymore?

I try to cover my bruises. -But I certainly think that outside of me, everyone has the most hideous bruise.. Yet still, in this town everyone can be so much better at hiding them.

I'm green, but I'm blue. Its hard to keep from turning blue..

In such a loveless city where people have no homes, and people can not sleep. -How can one hope to find what they are looking for without truly suffering first?

Keep your head up; there is only so much promised, yet so much more that can be taken...

It was the longest ride ever. Once you passed out, I began reading.

Hiroshima, the devastation, the smell of death, and the horrible good bye's. - Imagery painted so vividly in my mind.

I found myself passing out along side you whilst those thoughts rang out. Where does it take you when your so immersed in such a thing?

We rode in silence, as if we knew exactly where we were going. At one point we had a scare. Have we reached our destination? I woke you up and you sprang to your feet, jamming yourself in the door.

"Come on! we gotta get off"

"No relax, we still have two more stops"

"No this is it, we've come to the end of our trip"

But no, I checked the numbers, and we had two to go...

"Relax..."

After convincing you to come back abroad. -After grabbing your arm and practically wrestling you to the bench. We rode for two more stops, Then I left you there... Not with out taping you lightly, then harder.

"Yo! Your the next stop.. Don't fuck up, you gotta get off.."

I left you there only because you told me that you got it.

Once above ground, I rang your phone hoping you had realized where you were.

There was no answer. We had not connected...

I imagined that you could be lost. After all of your schooling, the last thought I should have is that you would be lost. I wanted to believe in you; but after all, you had admitted that it is still something that could happen..

Then I started dreaming...

I dreamt, you had rode 19 stops deep into the Bronx. Maybe the next time you woke up you did not even realise what time it was (night or day), but you opened your eyes long enough to realize you were in an empty train. You were sitting in a dark tunnel alone, or maybe when it comes to the end of the line, when you are woken by a stranger in an MTA jacket. He wakes you and informs you that you've reached the last stop, and that he wants to see his family just before the train hits the transportation graveyard.

You would have to get off...

Where would you go? What would you see, what would it look like? How would your eyes react to the Sun? Maybe train system could could mimic true life.

Dreaming for me is not just a sparked electrode in my frontal lobe. -It is more of a thought of possibility. Even when flying in my dreams, or achieving my ultimate goals (with are my dreams) -I wake up believing it could be possible to be live and experience; It is possible to achieve flight, however sometimes its ether we are cowards in achieving our dreams, or its just that things did not work out to be truth in that way we want them to be.

I received a text, that brought about the end of my dream...

"Foodnight!"

So I responded.

"Foodnight to you too..."

There was some relief in seeing your typo.. Just because we know how tired we are...

"Relax, we will achieve flight in the morning.."