There are times when I feel alive.
That needs some explaining. I don�t mean that I feel dead or anything most of the time (contrary to popular belief), it�s just�
There are times when I feel good. Excited. Not happy, but with the power to be so, expectant towards a mysterious something. I grin, and I feel like walking, and looking up and around, and I don�t know at what or where to.
It�s never something that happens and starts things. It always happens in the process. Going to a friend�s, walking back from the train, in the middle of something else. It happened on Main Street tonight � I felt like walking home, or maybe somewhere else. Last time it was heading to the Winter Garden. It was raining, and freezing, and I stripped off my jacket and stood in the rain and looked up and laughed. I would have taken off the rest of my clothes if I wouldn�t have been arrested.
One day, I�ll listen to it. I�ll give in to this feeling that grabs me and changes the way I look at things. And I�ll keep walking.