Giants

The buildings are so tall they block out the sky. I made a comment about being claustrophobic to my cousin, and when I mentioned it the next day he said " oh man it really is affecting you isn't it?"
Yes I'd like to see the sky. I miss it. I miss seeing the sunset. I miss seeing the sun peeking through the trees. It has also been cloudy and rainy so that doesn't help.
The buildings are becoming everything that can possibly cause me any stress. Each one represents something that brings me worry or doubt. They stand over me, tall, like giants, but not the kind of giants i like, the kind of giants that seem intimidating, and mean. The kind of giants that don't know they can be gentle and instead glare at you, and you can only see their shadowed faces because they are blocking out the sun.


Its not always like this. I have very much enjoyed the walks my cousin and I have taken. I enjoy having coffee on a bench discussing several things along the way. I like getting to know him as a friend. We talk about what we want in life and how to get there, the struggle, the simplicity. We get distracted by the pigeons gathered in front of us as we eat our lunch in front of St.Marks church. He reminds me that his dad, my uncle had pigeons. We find more in the trees and point out the ones that look unique. Constantly in conversation, interrupted by the environment, feeding the already constant conversation.

I enjoy the variety of food offered, the different people I've passed by walking down these almost familiar sidewalks. I enjoy the moments of silence in the quiet apartment and the guitar that I am allowed to use, it brings me back to something familiar.

I want to say this one ends with me telling the giant to stop acting so tough, to be gentle like it has the ability to be.

Instead this one ends in an apartment, happy to be where I am, excited to see where I am going, but scared shitless nonetheless. Silly giants, don't they know they can really scare people?