I walk aimlessly through the narrow streets
where buses don’t enter and the bars don’t sleep
Pictures on the wall lead the way
Flashing neon signs lead me astray.
alone and in numbers
around like ghosts.
The air breathes of sadness
foul alcohol and stale cigarettes
formless images floating alongside
a deafening void of feelings.
Where’s the laughter we promised ourselves?
illusions of a “better” future
hopeful thoughts that are barely enough
to last us through the bleakest of days
I take everything in
let the mixture perforate my self
inhaling the moment of loss
wishing it’d help me find…
There are always nights like this
when time becomes but a useless luxury
I tread on an unbearable lightness of being
droplets on smoked screens are all I am seeing.
Questions of my distant self
Patterns no one else can tell
I see life through my own brand of wonder
Sometimes, not knowing is the only answer.