I awoke at 6 AM, as if I were waking on Christmas morning. It was odd, also it was a glorious sunny day. I went to bed early and woke up earlier than I thought I would. I got ready and got a Bacon, Egg and Cheese on a bagel. It was delicious. There was a moment when walking to the subway that I started to feel tension.
This wasn't a walk just for a good cause anymore, like it was two years ago. The walk for me officially began February 21st. How utterly dramatic. Anyway, I swallowed that nervousness and got on the train. It was a celebration of how far we've come. That back in 1984, thousands had died and no one was even paying attention. To walk is to experience that energy.
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I feel that I can possibly be cared for. It makes me happy. If only I could have these moments all the time. Walking in on a Sunday, with people who make me feel comfortable, through a sunny park, down old streets, people together, pit stops of free snacks all. Laughter so you never have to frown again.
Then there is the downside. I'm a nervous twit. I am the self conscious one in life. I say things without filtering sometimes. I talk not to be heard, but just to put words in the open. I have gone through trying times and simply have lost my way in the world of sense. This is not a bad thing. People seem to endure it.
And for the first time ever, for the four of you. I have captured a moment of this on video. So you can see me in one of these non-logical moments:
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