I ended up back at the church near Astor Place. Not sure where the tears came from. They fell in unison. Dropping in time with the sounds the organ made. Giant and gentle. They kept on until I'd had enough. "You'll never be this young again." Like I don't already know. Like we don't already know. Winter's come and left already. Did it feel faster for you too? I bet it doesn't feel much like winter that close to the sun and the sea. My ear's still sore from the hole I added in October. I thought maybe it would be a catalyst. Piercing my skin to prove I could. Something about still being young enough. It hurts most days. Red and sensitive to the touch. Maybe the pain will go away once I leave it alone. A dull and warm reminder up and down my left side. Things aren't meant to be forced like that.
