One Two Another

"I'm glad I decided to wear this sweater today rather than my coat. If I wore my coat I would be way too hot. This sweater is perfect for today.."

Sweater is biege.. closer to dark brown because of all the dirt smeared onto it. Holes all over his pants and withered shoes.

Imagine if you one had the choice between wearing one sweater and one coat everyday.

How lucky we are and how unfortunate are others.

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I walked by a man on W4th and he had a small clump of tissues and one water bottle.

To take a shower and bath himself.

Imagine if you didnt ever have access to a bathroom.

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Literally makes me want to cry

Fit

Interesting Fact:

If you are walking up a hill the best way to do it is to walk in a zig zagged line. It puts less strain on your knees and you can make larger strides. Try it out one day.

#2:

Those statues of soldier on horses. You know if they died in battle if the horse is back on its hind legs. I one leg is raised I think it means they died of natural causes. There are multiple meanings, but look it up isnt that so cool! Hoe many people see those statues and don't even think about it.

How many people do.

Night

The sound of Debeck is different than 13th and Hemlock.

I don't hear the rustle of the trees, the sirens, the shuffles of drunk trendy people on their was home. The people next door fighting or people on their patios. My roommates having sex or the creeks of the apartment.

I hear silent noise. Trucks on their way to the highway entrance. Every so often the skytrain rushing past. An apple dropping into my neighbours yard. My other neighbours cat rushing across the street. Even so, my other neighbour practicing his heavy metal music.

I don't know if I like it but one things for sure, I am home.

Let me tell you a story

Back when I was in highschool.. Oh i dunno, about sixteen or seventeen I was having one of those extended bad weeks. I was fighting with my mom.. School sucked.. Fed up with my friends.. All the typical stuff that makes a teenager frusterated and sad, but none the less it is all still a problem and stressful for a girl.

Immediately after yelling back and forth with my mom and hiding in my room I decided I couldn't take it anymore and I snuck out the door. And down the flight of stairs to sit at the bottom and smoke the cigarette I stole from my mom.

I sat there. Silent and still in appearence, but buzzing and screaming and thinking a thousand things at once. Mostly helpnessness, feelings of out of control.. Basically exceptional frustration. These nights where I became overwhelmed usually frequented every few months. And every few months I would sneak out and sit still on those steps.

For some reason that night I stood up. And I walked the thirty steps out to my street and I turned and looked down my street to the busyness and the river and all the lights of the peoples homes I would never know and I let out a huge sigh. And then, for no reason at all I tilted my head back to look at the stars. The moment I looked up a huge star shot across the sky and then dissapeared. Just like that. a shooting star in the middle of the night when there was no mention of a meteor shower or anyting. I wouldn't of seen it if I was a second late or early. I wouldn't of seen it if I hadn't tilted my head back. I wouldn't of seen it if I didn't randomly walk out to my street. But I was supposed to see that star.

And that my friends is why life is beautiful. Why I don't give up. And why I believe everything happens for a reason.

Also why I love stars and have a tattoo.