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Nights like this and feelings like this, the feelings in my head and in my heart, it reminds me of the sky. Not just any sky, the sky above the curb I sat on across from the mall, the night I got arrested. 

I've never actually told my parents I've been arrested. I was 18 so the police didn't need to contact them, I went to court on my own, paid the fine myself, got myself to community service. Turns out though, lol, the 5 Finger Discount is actually a gene inherited. 

I sat on that curb, in the dark and breezy and wet night, staring into the sky. I was feeling so sad, and angry in general, and trying desperately to see the stars I saw from my Dominican rooftop. 

Dominican is a...a THING, or a moment in my life that I will carry with me to the grave. A necessary thing, a perfect moment, where after years of depression I felt more free and more alive and more possible then I ever had in my life. I can't for sure say that anything or any moment has surpassed Dominican. But every now and then I find myself looking for that sky again, feeling under that sky again.  That sky which...

That sky
it's almost a comforting place
I want to run to
every now and again,
dark and wet and alone
and seeming so far from 
the free and the possible. 
A comfortable place
for the sad and generally angry
desperately looking
for the stars that had to have been real. 
But I know I can't stay here
because I know those stars exist
just a comfortable place 
to visit and remember
that no matter how far we've come 
it's all the same sky.