Outside it’s cold and the cement is somehow warm, I love having places to dissappear to. I dont think I would have survived had they not existed. With the silence around me and the rhythm of my own breathing, what more could anyone want? I can sit and stare at the cars swimming below my feet as though im air. I dont exsist to anyone but myself here. I admit my search for danger in order to make myself feel better has become quite addicting. I have a hard time sleeping, as it is 4am and im singing alone on an abandoned freeway overpass. I want to become those waves of wind, I want to brush against someones cheek. It seems so beautiful to be something so simple. Existing only for those around you… maybe thats who ive become already? A simple gust of wind breezing by and dying over the mountains. Sounds like a perfect life. Maybe this is what being human is all about.