The depression fabric tore off my soul

Searing pain ripped the delicate tentacles that keep me centered

Departures remind me of abandonment

Gazing through the streets of alcoholic festivities burst my bubble

Won’t confront pleasure—fearing devastating emptiness

Walking off nerve damage

Podcasts distract

Distraction supplements

And I feed on on

Sticky shirts consumed the barely felt breeze

Diversity exploded the street engulfing accents

The deco art burned my eyes

Mosquitoes sucked my virgin flesh

My brain calmed to the city

Refreshing rich tastes seeped into the mouth

No fears