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By darwin Date: 2003 Oct 02 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.02.14.03.11602]] |
| There's something about wandering an empty street at 2 am. Something about the concrete just wet with a fall rain. Steam escaping from covered spots and cracks, somewhere in the concrete. The radio, low with just the almost silent blur of voices emitting, the occasional song striking memory. My thoughts are lost in neon signs and dirty sidewalks, waiting for humanity, and thinking of the lost one of mine. Companionship found only in the burnt out cherry of my long ashed out clove. I'm always hoping for a passing chance, a waiting moment when fate and karma collide, and I wander all over this city looking for you. I look for you in the steamy windows of the corner diner, in the cold cup of coffee, as it lies untouched in my hands. I'm collared in a world of submission and leashed to memories that won't tire of me. And sometimes I have to ask myself, are the nights too long? |