Sunday, June 21, 2009

Sunday, 8:32 a.m., Haight Fillmore - Union Fillmore

Distraught, but I had to get on the bus. I had to go. There's more life than time.
The stranger next to me, I wanted to lay my head on his shoulder and cry, the way I've held firm hands with strangers on planes during turbulence. "We're in it, in this life, we're going to make it, but only together," we say.
He and I really can't be all that different that he wouldn't understand how the weight of the world was too much today to even tie my shoes.

He got off at Geary and I missed him.
Encapsulated by people, totally hollow and so alone.

-photo compliments of Josh Damon

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