Sunday, May 8, 2011

up again.

It was in that moment when I walked out of the building, exhausted but triumphant. Limbs were heavy, feet sore but recollecting all those conversations made me feel lighter then I had felt in the past week.
It was not the caffeine in the cup that I held in my hand, nor was it the four men who sat in the corner carrying casual conversations amongst themselves. It could not have been the personal but light exchange of words between me and him. No, it was none of that.

It was everything and I felt fucking great.

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