There Ain't No Justice Number 055

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I push myself. I gasp for air. My eyes water up, and I continue to run. To my 'hideaway'. To my 'someplace' to get away. To my 'second home and guide'. I find myself around the corner. At the dead end of Brookfield Drive. I can't just stop. I can't just stand there. I walk around the circle/dead end in my long black trench coat, catching my breath. Looking down at the groud, back up to the clear sky. I shiver, I'm sweating, and it's cold out. But I feel better. I no longer feel trapped. I walk the circle 3..4..5 times. Whatever it takes for me to catch my breath, and feel better. I catch my breath, and I look up tot he sky. I see my guide. My guardian. The only one who seems to make me feel untrapped when I feel I have no where to go, no one to talk to, nothing to do. I stand there, in the middle of that circle, and look around. Up. Down. Left. Right. Anywhere. Everywhere. Then I keep my focus on my guardian. Standing there, in the middle of a dead end circle, you think you'd feel just that, like you were at a dead end. But I don't. I can't. I'm not alone. I have the world with me. I'm being watched, I'm being cared for. I'm being told everything will be ok. That's exactly what I need. That's what I want. That's what I went for. Standing there, looking up at the moon, full, and bright, with his smile, with his look about his face, you know everything will be ok. I feel loved, I feel cared for, I feel.... I feel special. I feel like I matter, that I mean something. When I stand and I look up to him, he is looking me in the face. And to stand there, and feel like he is watching ME.. ME, out of everyone else in the world, well, it just makes me feel great. I feel like I'm in the center of the world. Looking up to that man in the moon, all my thoughts seem to go away. I can talk to him, and he listens. He answers me. He lets me know that everything will be ok. He guides me in the right direction. He listens to anything and everything that I need.. that I have to get off of my chest. And he doesn't mock me for it. He doesn't critize me. He listens, just sits there politely and listens. He'll listen to anything and everything, and he won't tell anyone else. He's private. "I come here often, when I feel bad, trapped, when I feel like no one. I can come here, and I feel better. The walk. The run. The talk.. I can look up to the moon, and I have no idea what it is. But it gives me this powerful feeling. Like I really mean something, ya know? I mean, I can stand here, and look up to him, and it feels like he is looking back at me. Like he will listen to me when no one else will. And when he isn't there, there are the stars. And just standing here, in the middle of this circle, I feel great. I feel like I am the center of the world, you know? I feel like the moon is watching me, and that means that he is watching me, me, do you believe that? Do you know how that makes me feel? He is watching me. Me, out of everyone else in the world. And he listens. I come out here, and I just look up, and I cry, and I cry, and I cry, and it all makes me feel better, because as I cry, I can talk. And even though I don't have someone here to hold me, and tell me everything will be ok, I get that feeling anyway, that everything WILL be ok. I don't know what it is.. It's just this really warm feeling that comes over me, you know? Of course not. No one knows. No one can understand. The moon, he's like my guide, my guardian. For several people, for anyone. When he's not out, the stars are. And that makes you feel just as good, if not better, because then, it's like thousands of people are paying attention to you. Sure, they're all smaller people, but that doesn't seem to matter. You just don't care. You know what you feel." I remember having that conversation with someone that I dragged out there one night. I made him feel bad, I think, kind of helpless. But I couldn't help it. He was around at the wrong time I guess, but in a way, it was a great time. He learned more about me. What's inside of me. And some may say, how strange I am. Maybe I am crazy, yeah, right, the moon watching over me, right? A man in the moon? Ok, Jen, "They're coming to take me away!" But think about.. next time you really feel like shit, and you have nothing to do, but you have to do something, take that walk. Go outside, anywhere, in the open, where you can see the moon, the sky, the stars. Look up, and just talk, talk about anything, anything at all. Cry if you have to. Run. Force your breath out of you. Then you come back to me and tell me I'm crazy. ۲ Phoenix Modernz Systems: 908/830-TANJ ۱ The Syndicate: 908/506-6651 ۱ The Matrix BBS: 908/905-6691 First United Church Kalisti: 602/753-3784 The Cell: 817/870-1060 ۲

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