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The Playground 9/27/2005
We crawled along rusted piping and caved-in roofs. just making excuses to kill time. to stay here. where we thought we belonged. After climbing a broken ladder, we rested on the highest point we could find. there were rays of light, shooting out from just beyond the horizon, scraping the downtown buildings. I visualized a little toy town from our view. It looked so fake. so... breakable. But as the light disappeared, the buildings faded into the landscape in a way that made them seem already broken. burnt and snapped close to the roots. as though there was once something much bigger there and they were just the remnants of what was.
We talked for a long time. in between the lengthy comfortable silences, secrets were shared and points made that seemed to prove the existence of something higher. but still, we were alone on this rooftop. and the only thing keeping us warm was this solitude. We both stared off into the distance as streetlights shot out in every direction. straight lines for what could've been miles. but what did we know? They could just be painted up on some wall ten feet in front of our faces. We didn't notice and we wouldn’t have cared anyway. I didn't care. I was too enveloped in my thoughts. what happens from here? is there anything left to prove?
There was nothing left to fight but a faint resistance. a resistance empowered by a few thousand miles, lined with trees and mountaintops that we couldn't see over from our perch here. But that was of no consequence right now. we were right here. next to each other. staring at the wall with streetlights painted on it.
But now I’ve figured out that this wall was our future. Those buildings too.
She is that wall and we are those buildings. simply shards. sitting. waiting. for someone to come along and sweep us up or to stomp us down and smooth us out once the lights have gone out. Since this revelation, I haven’t returned to our perch. The roof remains abandoned as it always should have been.
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We talked for a long time. in between the lengthy comfortable silences, secrets were shared and points made that seemed to prove the existence of something higher. but still, we were alone on this rooftop. and the only thing keeping us warm was this solitude. We both stared off into the distance as streetlights shot out in every direction. straight lines for what could've been miles. but what did we know? They could just be painted up on some wall ten feet in front of our faces. We didn't notice and we wouldn’t have cared anyway. I didn't care. I was too enveloped in my thoughts. what happens from here? is there anything left to prove?
There was nothing left to fight but a faint resistance. a resistance empowered by a few thousand miles, lined with trees and mountaintops that we couldn't see over from our perch here. But that was of no consequence right now. we were right here. next to each other. staring at the wall with streetlights painted on it.
But now I’ve figured out that this wall was our future. Those buildings too.
She is that wall and we are those buildings. simply shards. sitting. waiting. for someone to come along and sweep us up or to stomp us down and smooth us out once the lights have gone out. Since this revelation, I haven’t returned to our perch. The roof remains abandoned as it always should have been.
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