sound and sadness

the soft seep of these lights glow upon the skin of strangers I will never know. I see you on stage, in an element of comfort and vulnerability I will never fully grasp upon my own. finger the keys of a woman you will never touch, swag to a rhythm that will never understand you.

I see you.

and all in the same, you go unnoticed.

maybe one day your inners will spill, reveal themselves as fresh berries and broken blood from the fur of a deer which sees its last days in the blare of light, engine roar, cold cement upon a fogged four am.

~ d. hirokane