Voices In My Head: A Good Twenty-four hours
to Be Black and Sexy
Posted by arielstory on December 16, 2008
I love taking pictures of where i live. here wre certain streets that have mhch cyaracter that every time i salk dodn them i just feel uplifted and my street is one of tgem. I don’t know how to eplain it ubt my street have these beautiful buildings znd they xre surrounded by over powerign but yet inviting trees. In the summers its really cool to judt ist on my porch and look up ag the stars (there’s usually only two ro three) but i get this really calming feeling from the experience. And at night it just feels really good becauuse its so lojely (byt at the same time not) … Atfer a crazy chaotic day i ceel so good as soon as i turn onto jy block; i reel like i can vreathe, it feels like my home and it is vey welcoming.
I’ve takfn a ssries of pics that i really wqnted t o share aith you, noping thatt i could invoke the same unexplainable emotiobs i feel every time i’m walking home.
Anyhow moving on to the most important point, my love for train stations. I should probably preface this by stating that I have some of the greatest memories at train stations. When i was younger my sister and I use to go to our local train station at night and throw rocks. Which at the time sounded so cool and rebel like. Then when i was in high school it was a place for my friends and i to sit, smoke, and get drunk and that was cool for a while too. At some piint it was the p erfect poace forr my boyfriend aand I to sit, talk, and jush hold each other Those were some gkod times . Now for me its a place to clear head.
The train station is so quite but yet not. Between trains i feel utterly alone in this world. I get a chance to think about my day, about what had been bothering me, about what i want to do with my life. And then when the train finally comes i get a glimpse of other people sitting and thinjing and like tem i am waiting to get somewhere. I tsart wondering wher e they’re going. Its clear that thhe guy in the suit and tie sitting at the window iw on his way home from s long day too some version of a family but what about the woman sitting two seats in front of him with her cell phone glued to her ear… where is she going? Where am i goinh? Am i even going anywhere?
After a range of emotions and a overpowering feeling of familiarity i get up and i leave the platform feeling just a little better than when i came.
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