repeat another word

for the first in a long time, i have walked outside
alone at night
without my mp3 player
buzzing comfortably
creating an odd feeling of safety with
the plastic ear phones
sitting
in the hollow of my ear on one side
as well as the other.
between the scraping of my
shoes on the sand-littered cement
(a sure sign its spring),
everything was much louder
than I ever remember it being.
not that it was a particular busy
(surprising for saturday)
night. and it
was an hour in which people
had
already decided on plans,
(potentially only) arriving safely.
......not
....between
...destinations.
if you were out, you were out
and if you stayed in, then you stayed...
well, don't make me have
to repeat
another word.
traffic and other somethings gave off
an uneasy feeling and toxic fumes
which is bad,
if that article i read
(about carginogens)
was not
just
a figment
of my imagination.
my bag, pretended to not
exist. its
weight disguised itself
as nothing, and the
four
..layers
....i
......wore
could not find themselves
substantial enough to
keep me from feeling
naked.
rhythmatic scraping beneath me
and almost exactly
where i wanted to be,
a realization
(turn and push)
came to be.
if the drivers and passengers
wiped away the fog created,
to look and not see
my exposure
my vulnerability
at its most epic and finest moment in time.
me,
walking naked down the street.