Culture shock? This is what they tell me it is...
because here I am... stay or go from this city.
From this place?
A launching pad for the rest of my life,
as is every day...
and I keep thinking, ¨24 hour party¨ necessary mentality?...
or mayby this is a waste...?
But when I am to pensive I live and learn shit because I am too caught up in my head, which is nothing.... all is nothing... everything?
Some day maybe I will understand what is being said around me...
Some day maybe I will stop caring about what is going on around me...
But then, I do not want to walk down the street uncaring, as I did yesterday,
seeing the man in front of me with his shopping cart over-turned, passed out on the sidewalk, vereda, tattoed, as I am, and handsome....
but here I am, English speaker and unable to say nada, unable to find that place where language is not important... and so here I am... there I was... walking by, only another passing body, as I am here now still... with company, but as alone as each of us are...