cj is on fire

i take this one from my mom, at this moment if i took out a sharpie and drew a circle on the ground around me then that exact circle is the place were i was meant to be at that time and my special place is wherever i am, to get there i close my eyes and and listen, listen to the silence, the birds in the wild, the hustle bustle of new york, the slamming on the space bar of the keyboard in the classroom, the car horn in traffic, the flakes of snow landing on my cold bitten ear in the cool wilderness that is werever i am, because from any where i can get to my wonderful place.