Walking down Palmetto Street....
Back towards the car, neatly tucked away in a lot by Urth Caffe. Normally a walk like this would make me quite happy, at rest, peaceful even. This time it brings the opposite effect, that of immediate, all encompassing, uncontrollable sadness. This place feels strangely empty now, devoid of its usual ability to effuse joy. Not the expected ending to a last visit. Objectively intriguing, however. Goodbyes recently, as necessarily positive as many have been, have also become tinged with more than a hint of unfortunate bitterness. Sometimes not at the time, only later in a moment of off-guard vulnerability. I suppose it is not unexpected to yearn for what I know and love. I'm always grateful, especially now, in times like this. Pouring out every ounce of expression, of the cascades of emotion that bring tears not able to be held back, is simply what needs to be done to assuage the depths of how I feel right now. It's all just tangled together hopelessly in the fleeting present. I love it all, nonetheless. The Trouble With Dreams eh?
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