i sit there,
comfortable
as the comforting silence consumes my mind as i read Walt Whitman and think and think and look around and sniff and write down definitions and drown myself in the narrative of this person that lived two hundred years ago but his thoughts are so alike and i feel so peaceful and calm and just in the moment
and then reality comes crashing down down down on top of me and i manage to steady myself, but i can't even reach for the island of peace i found but a second ago
