Hiding in the corner of a dark room. A subway car filled with people. A basement shopping center and a French press made from ceramics. It’s red. It’s the same one your friend used to have. It elicits wonderful memories. Leave it behind. Along with the donuts. Travel. Go West. Dry out in the desert. Find yourself. Lose yourself. Almanzo. The words come naturally now. Bits and pieces from decades of living. What is a hero? What does that look like? Sit still. Time yourself. Track it. Wear the watch and count the heartbeats until the watch burns a hole in your arm and you realize that your heart has been cold. Warm it up. Read articles about self care. Make a tea. Brush your teeth. You still live out of duffle bags, but your shoes are neatly arranged on the floor and nobody can take that away from you. Every three weeks throw things away. Stay mobile. Don’t let the roots take hold. The black floor will swallow you up if you’re not paying attention. The stillness provides comfort and the cold air breathes fresh. Windows. Doors perspective. Remember when you were younger and there wasn’t a thing in the world that could set you back? Remember that feeling? Do you remember when it vanished? Forever? Is it really gone though? Perhaps it’s just a state of mind that could be manifested through the correct amount of time spent meditating? Try it. You might like it? You might find that somewhere between caring for yourself and riding your bike and spending time wandering different routes you might just see yourself in the reflection of the river and fully understand that there is only one you and that there has only ever been one you and that one you is beautiful and amazing and capable of caring and loving yourself and everyone around you? You might find that? Or you might find a five dollar bill on the ground and it might be the best thing that happens to you? It’s possible. Everything is. Sometimes you just have to get out of your own way to see it.