Anywhere.

He sat there sobbing. Not crying but sobbing. The whole world had shut its doors and pulled the curtains to block the view. The raw image of life. The inevitability everyone has to face but is ashamed to be a part of. He sat there under the blinking street light. I was walking down the end of the street. Clearly I heard him cry and stopped going down my desired path. Something on the ground was latching unto me. Denying me the momentum to move forward. I turned around. Landing each step with an ounce of doubt, as if holding unto a rough footing for my dear life, every step firm yet uncertain. His sobbing was more clear now, and in spite of being covered by many layers of fabric I could still feel a chill ride up my spine. I looked at his shoes. They were the same Nike as mine. White with red laces. Another misfit I thought. For some reason I stood there. Staring at those shoes. More like the red lace. The bright red. I did not know what to do. Every time I gathered my courage the sobbing man's howl would scatter them all again. For some reason I lost my dexterity and gathering myself again seemed difficult with each passing try. I felt horrible for letting this man suffer during these lonely winter nights on this desolate street. I felt this urge to do something , only if I knew what. I tap on his shoulder and the man stops crying. Or maybe he is not screaming anymore. He turns around to look at me and I stare right back into my eyes. I stare at my own face. Eyes empty and a running nose. Lips wrinkled and dark circles under my face. The other me looks at me and I can sense that he knows it all. He knows that I will end up right there. A vicious cycle of sadness and solitude. I look at him and smile. If I know I will end up here and walk away trying to run from this I shall be deserting my own self. I sit beside him and light up a cigarette. As we sit there we surround ourselves with the smoke. I sit there and watch him fade away with the smoke. I think he was smiling. I know it because I am. Rooftops can be psychedelic I think as I break away from my mind. My feet dangling and beneath a road that could take me anywhere. That is where I think I will drive tonight, 
Anywhere…