High
From up here, the city just ripples, the air’s cold on my face and a bird sings. I think it’s a swallow. I have no idea how a swallow sounds, but I get the feeling it’s a swallow. Everything Christina was saying to me becomes hazy. I’m at peace. I can tell I’m at peace. I can feel it flow through my body. I almost feel certain it’s alive. I’m alive. I light a cigarette. I wanted to gain some perspective. The clouds are so high above me still but they’re just that little bit closer. The detail on their edges, their texture, their depth, is fascinating. Nobody draws clouds how they look. It’s a shame, but I don’t suppose they’d compare to the real thing anyway.
I don’t come down from the roof until I’ve watched the sun fully set and it’s quite dark. Christina wears a frown, her arms t
