Bring it home

You can't write what you don't know. I don't know anything about being a man or growing up in rural southern Ontario.

Orange lights
Smell of summer
Something scary but lonely
Sneaking a bike across backyards that have no fences to divide them
New neighbourhoods, no big trees
Construction sites
Video stores
Nights in the suburbs
A suburb at night is nothing but empty, lonely space

You're not trusting yourself. Trust yourself. You're doing just fine. There is no time limit. There is nothing telling you to do anything differently from what you are doing right now.

- I


You are...the sound of sneakers on wet gravel after a thunderstorm