The water moves slowly. The sound is crisp and enjoyable. The gate is the only thing holding you back from enjoying it. The brown wooden columns peek at you from in the water. They are the remains of a long forgotten torn down pier. The helicopter’s choppy, loud noise from above will not give way. It makes you want to escape its sound. The only way to escape would be the water. The night is cool New York City drowns you in its noise and its lights. It reminds you of how small you are, how insignificant your existence is. Every piece of this moment is wrong, but comfortable. You are calm now. The half finished cigarette stares at you from its seat next to you on the bench.
It asks you, “How do you feel?”
You reply, “I feel like the water is calling me, but I am afraid.”
It says, “You do not fear the water. You fear freedom.” You glance at the buildings behind you and then look forward at the water. It continues, “You are afraid to live without barriers because you are afraid to fail. Failure is normal.”
(written july 28)
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