Not Under Protection

Two drunken men on the porch across the way were whistling at me when I left the house. As I sat in my car and locked the doors, turning on the ignition and riding off furiously down the street to go get fast food late at night because I was too tired and miserable to cook, I realized that it was the first time in a very long time that I didn’t feel safe, that I felt alone and unprotected in this world, that safety comes not only from where we are in a given moment but from where our heart is too.

When I returned, they were still there, still whistling and hooting, even after I shouted “Seriously!?” at them, my rage and nervousness spilling uselessly into the night air, falling on dead intoxicated ears.

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"There is all this untouched beauty, the light, the dark, both running through me." -Over The Rhine
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