It fascinates me coming back to reality from a brief distraction. This new grounded vision truly can put things into perspective.
I had a "moment" tonight. A moment where I found myself balling my eyes out in a bathroom of a bar called Duck Duck in Bushwick, East Williamsburg, depending on who you ask.
Recently, I had been seeing an amazing man for a brief amount of time. Long enough to kinda see myself doing that for a while. Which is huge for me. Turns out, with this move to New York I had somehow restored faith in the male gender.
For a blip in time, I felt a part of something...something aside form the daily routine that has comforted me for so many months and years. That blip took a moment to take hold, but once I wrapped my mind around it, it felt really nice.
Walking away from "Duck Duck" to a train that usually takes 25 minutes, took only four. I remembered to hold my head up. I tucked my shoulders back, and stood six feet tall. The air was cold against my stinging eyes, but these eyes are mine. These are my tear-streaked eyes. And I realized how much I love them both.
At this end of this something that once was, or could have been, I have my beautiful body and mind to fall back on....
Two things I can always rely on.