Thursday, December, 23, 10

22 Dec 2010

Filed under: a moment in my head — theradishpress @ 10:54 am

by theradishpress

written in a text to myself:

This city swells with emotion

My mind thinks little of emotion

Cracked pathways lead to damp cafes

stale coffee and bitter toast

Trains ride empty tracks to hollow homes

I dance to songs playing in sleepless streets

Dance dance dance with stumbling feet

I work mornings days and nights

I shriek loudly and write my fingers to bones

I breathe air diluted with dreams

I see no one and I hear everything


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