chasing away the demons

today, i had to pick up my tax info.
i put on a cute outfit and got lost (accidentally) in the wall st area of nyc.
it was kind of magical.
feeling the breeze on my skin and the sun on my face.

i feel myself coming back.

slowly.
surely.

long time

it's been a while since i wrote in this space and it seems every time i do, its because of some darkness.
i am sad.
i feel like no one really cares about what's going on with me.
everyone is so consumed with their lives.
going on and on and on

i reach out to my sisters.
they have their own struggles
they don't even ask how i'm doing
they see me as young with a highway of life ahead of me
never ending road.

i told the guy i like in plain english
i am sad and lonely
maybe i should adopt a dog
he said yes, adopt a dog.
no inquiry into why i feel this way.

i am in one of the most populated cities in the world,
and i feel all alone.