for the first time in verry long time…I don’t feel like I’m alone. And that makes me very happy.
Yeah. I don’t feel alone.
This lonely city.
These lonely nights,
When I was a kid I was told that the city never sleeps:
restless, always moving, finding adventures in shadowed alleyways
and losing sleep in colorful night clubs.
With age comes awareness,
Awareness for the lies all around you.
Santa doesn’t exist.
Your parents keep secrets.
And the city falls asleep every night, quiet, alone.
A running cycle in my head; pulsating, bending my mind and making me yearn.
I don’t know what to do or say, but when I write the words are there— bouncing around, dancing for your attention.