The wet breath of foggy dew licks the back of my ears and stings my eyes.
This cold brick bleeds through my shoulder, as I lean against for all that is life in that moment.
It is there that I can see it, almost feel the warmth of a 5th story window glow.
A yellow-orange harmony... taunting through a sheer vale of safety.
Just one step, two steps- just three steps more...
But the frailty beneath my knees gives way to acceptance of cool concrete against my cheek.
It is a welcome gift of sharpness to my jumbled thoughts and it is okay, because from this place I can still see the window.
Maybe they will see me too this time.
This cold brick bleeds through my shoulder, as I lean against for all that is life in that moment.
It is there that I can see it, almost feel the warmth of a 5th story window glow.
A yellow-orange harmony... taunting through a sheer vale of safety.
Just one step, two steps- just three steps more...
But the frailty beneath my knees gives way to acceptance of cool concrete against my cheek.
It is a welcome gift of sharpness to my jumbled thoughts and it is okay, because from this place I can still see the window.
Maybe they will see me too this time.
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