WHEN WE WERE TROUBLED

We were street kids, what can I say. Experimenting with drugs, sex, and music. Loudly screaming through the streets with nothing on our backs, streetlights flickering in the angst of our lives.

He introduced me to it, and I was secretly yearning to try the very thing that would kill my insides as I began to lose myself as well as I was beginning to hate how much I was losing.

Before this, I was a girl.
A lonely girl named Ricci Towns, who needed something. Somebody. A speck in the universe that would stop in it's path and just look at me. Diligently.

I was a wild teenager in the late 70's who was hurting and needed an escape.

So I eventually found one with him.

It was fun. The adventurous beginnings of a time when we were each others only barrier, as bad as it sounds. An invisible wall, only to us, but to others it was visible as darkness.

We liked to run away often, only to hungrily run back into what we named our eclipse and after a slight time in the dark, we'd join together again and feel what had been terribly missed.

Cocaine.

And It's a shame this had to end, but maybe, just maybe, I'll find him again.