inside.

I like to think that in an alternate universe, I never came here.

im sitting on a concrete sidewalk, feet in the dirt.

listening to the faint music playing on the stereo in the back room.

windows open.

crickets and a slight warm breeze.

everyones porch lights are on,

I can see my neighbors peeling prickly pears into empty paint buckets while sitting in their metal rocking chairs.

life is simple.

in this moment anyway.

in that universe.