My Rooftop aka Hiding Place #1

A vast, empty parking lot

A miniature forest fighting to gain ground against the concrete and gravel

Traffic hounding away but growing closer

Rain pattering against the tiles like little childrens feet

Suffocating smog from a passing semi clings to the air

Rebuffed by the hint of freshly mown grass

Refreshingly cool raindrops pull me away from my dark daydreams

As I savor the melting chocolate on my tongue, a subtle reminder of my hunger

Its like coming up from the bottom of a well, soaked but exhilarated

Like, Im flying away in the winds, being pulled kicking and screaming from my one safe place.