Purple and black

When the night is over, no matter how well or how poorly it goes, I still want to take off my heels, and feel the fabric of the carpet between my toes.

Leaving your comfort zone

I know and feel two very different things. I know that I hate intolerance. I know that that is self-contradictory. I feel loathing at myself every time I rediscover this. I feel sad that the world is like this at all. I know that I need a husband, just any man at all. I feel like no man is worthy of my love. I feel like I will one day meet him, and realize I am not worthy of his love.

But I know, and feel, that this moment is right. That an opportunity never seized is an opportunity lost for good, whether for better or for worse.

Ghosts

Two men embrace and kiss intimately in front of me.
They wear baseball caps and are obscenely obese.
I catch glimpses of words I know as they converse,
but the meanings make no sense together.
They furrow their brows in conversation.

They glance conspiratorially at the bellhop passing by.
His whistle jangles on a long golden chain.
Probably brass.
He mutters into a mouthpiece embedded on his lapel.

The concierge nearby replies from behind a grand marble counter.
He eyes the group of youngsters hanging suspiciously by the elevator.

They stand in a circle.
They talk of the places they have been tonight,
where they have yet to be.
They speak of alcohol consumed,
of the liquor hidden on them in water bottles
and black coca cola bottles.
They giggle wildly,
obviously not in control of their baser emotions.
They take seats,
padded a pattern of red embroidered with gold.

They glance at the man furiously typing into his phone, seated beside them.
He seems lost in deep thought,
unaware of the happenings around him.

Only occasionally glancing up at the two obese men making out just above his field of vision.

2532

I am excited. I met her online. I brought a bag from Macy's. It has eggs and coffee. I joked with her about it before. "I like my eggs scrambled and coffee black in the morning". She laughed at that, but didn't chastise me. I am supposed to meet her in room 2532. But the bellhop won't let me up. I need to get up there. This has been my first prospect in months and I don't know when I'll get a chance again. I don't want to find a hooker tonight. I'll try the phone again.

Corridors

I walk through hallways colored red and gold.
Intricate patterns stretch across the carpet.
Green and purple dots the walls.
The ceiling is a pale plaster, concentric circles imprinted upon them.
Regal and esoteric.
I wonder where it is I am.
Where is it I am going?

Do not resuscitate

Your touch, your caress, cannot make up for the years of silence.
Cannot melt the heart you have frozen.

Reach for the stars

Take comfort in the fact that most anything you can imagine, we as a race can design and build. There is nothing we cannot accomplish if we put our minds to it.

It's just when (money/time/politics/religion) get in the way that we fall short.