Elevator Ride

Elevator Ride is the click as the door shuts. Elevator Ride is broken glass, broken promises, and a broken record. It is the vague feeling that something is wrong. It is black coffee and red wine. Elevator Ride is an impulsive action, a bent syllable, a mistake narrowly avoided, an ignorant truth, a negative number. Elevator Ride is the feeling that everything will be alright. Elevator Ride is driving around with the windows rolled down, half lit and listening to Dr. Ross.

It is the smell in the air that is removed by rain, the ring of a bell, a failed attempt at wooing, the other side of the coin. Elevator Ride is the hammer that smashes everything.