Distance...

On my days off, I like to sit on window ceil and watch the hurried masses as they try to avoid the falling New York rain... The adults covering their heads with their umbrellas and newspapers. Rain tends to bring out the worst in everyone on the streets- they'd sell their own mother for a cab. The children don't seem to mind though, they enjoy the simplicity of the falling water. They see it for what it is- renewal. Rain washes away all that is old and brings forth newness of life. Days like this are hard for me... I wish I had someone to hold, to hold me- to hold my hand as we walked in the rain... Cigarettes- 24, damn, I've got to quit...