Alien to my barren cold soul.
Midnight time running, running
Exhausting on sleep of double billion people
And animals less saner, wilder.
A lighter burns blue on fluid
Reminding me of warmth of a fire
That burned three winters ago.
What happens to feelings?
How can they take steps away from
People and places and memories
Into a cold far away space.
Cigarettes exhale smoke,
Ashes on skin kissed and bruised.
Guitars strumming down the street
As windows open and breathe.
Sex in the air, void in eyes
That look, pale and light
Away from walls of fate and faith
Into the dark ceiling, hoping it would share its secrets
With those bored beings
Of life and existence.
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