Walking home along darkened streets, I feel the pull. It beckons me to return the way I’ve just come, to throw aside all responsible notions for the warmth of tangled limbs. It scares me and elates me. Ultimately, my ability to wander along these deserted roads amongst the cars and lonely recycle bins will diminish; every victim recognizes the siren’s song that will eventually be her undoing upon the rocks. But for now, I walk, and remind myself that there is time, and it is my friend. There is no rush, even as exhiliration’s remnants course through my veins. I can deny what I will, but I am captured.
Day Sixty-One: Straight To You (Nick Cave) – Emm Gryner