I walk with no sound.
Not a pep in my step.
Yet the light around me shines like glass through the puffy whites.
To pause at the sight
And relax into the unknowing.
The creatures of habit amaze me,
just after 3 minutes,
what a night!
My ass is on concrete
my cigarette won’t light.
The laser focus of floating…
yes. Perhaps not tonight.
Two burnt ends sit in my computer crevices.
To my right
Guitar strings strum
Drums are slammed-
Hit?
Voices of dropped out conversations,
become my lullaby tonight.
I am ok to not want
the sleepless nights and buildings up so high,
Because I like my walks with no sound
I let my own clouds be cleared by the voice that lights up inside.
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