Soho rooftops.

 

Sometimes I wish I could climb away. Steps leading somewhere up.

So that life below looks small and far away.

Writing does this. 

It helps me understand how I feel and think

removed 

from 

the 

clutter

A view I can only find hidden in the ink of my pen. 

But sometimes that is even jumbled and I feel like I need to scrap everything

and start over with a fresh white paper. 

I watched a movie last night that made me cry

and it was somehow refreshing 

to let tears fall- without any sadness or longing

Here's to rooftops and chick flicks.