In Transit 2

Artist: Tony Skeor skeor.artstation.com

I've spent many years trying to understand those who cannot love. So strange to a man who accepted emotion as his salvation. Yet they appreciate my company. As I go about leaving I can feel it, they want me to stay.

I’m sitting down in the shack

Hoping to find heat

It’s there, but barely. As if my imagination has met me halfway.

Optimism is there, but barely. Growing stronger as I leave this place

With leering metal trees draped in neon lights

Hunched figures proving they still live

I can see their breath, strange for a May night

The scene overall was the twilight zone

Under the stars and along the main strip lies oddly placed statues

They coil around the bus benches like snakes who found warmth and froze

These statues have become intertwined with the neon branches thrown to the ground in consumer culture

I selfishly think about myself and how vulnerable I’d feel sleeping in a bus shack

In a downtown that never really sleeps, just simply closes its eyes for a few hours and abruptly wakens

Feverish and hungry

For money and power

Yet this is no capitalist manifesto

I’m just a young man currently in transit

And as I head away from the city core to my mirage fueled suburban bliss

I know that I’m torn between this writing and real life

I’ve been speaking to the oddly placed statues

Oh, how far am I from my first kiss?

To be so caught up in this.

It’s been some time now

Yet I still find myself in transit

Will I see you?

d.r

“Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses,blood sacrifices,steeples,mosques,races,armies, flags,nations,in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have”

James Baldwin