corner of cherry and ninth

here i sit,

states away,

and this is where i find what i have been looking for,

independence.

i have walked more 

alleys,

than i can began to count.

i wandered across

a campus bigger than

rhode island,

and it is here,

that i found it.

in fact, 

its not where i am,

its who i am.

i just had to get away

and run from what was behind.

i can walk every street

and not care,

that i am alone.

after nights laying awake,

wondering where "he" may be,

i realized,

what does it matter,

does it change anything 

for me...

no, because i am not relying 

on a single human being,

a being that will make me laugh

or cry or hurt.

whats done is done.

now i can walk,

uninhibited by anything.

today i walked by so many people,

smiled,

as if i were in love,

and the fact is,

i am.

in love with who i have become.

and what i have learned.

4 hours, downtown.

pictures fill my mind,

every step,

a new snapshot,

a different scenario.

i like this,

this seeking,

and finding

kind of adventure.

stories found around

every corner.

stories to make down 

every alley.

the brick walls

beckon for attention

as you wander past

the colors strewn 

across each

rectangle.

outlined with simplest

of lines,

varying in thickness.

it appears to be done 

with the greatest

of ease.

in fact,

a story is revealed.

emotion plays through your mind

and tricks your eyes

into believing

something that is a lie.

the colors are just a release

of pressure 

that is building 

within your body 

or heart.

its like youre defying something

the law,

but thats the thrill,

regardless of whether you are caught,

you placed a masterpiece 

on a wall of concrete,

for anyone to walk by

and feel your vulnerability,

rebellion, tears,humor

and joy.

thanks for sharing 

that with the world,

with the possibility 

that you could get caught.