I can hear the trains and buzz of traffic
The beeping of a stopping bus and chirping of the birds
Cutting through the silence of the dark morning before the dawn
I feel the quietness of the sounds through the air
And all is well in my little world; such solitude this morning
While I drink my black coffee;
The block sleeps at 5 am
When you close your eyes on the subway. Because you don’t want them to look into your eyes. To see what you’ve become last night – and cast off yet again. That your only hope and desire is for your next hit of unconditional acceptance. As the world speeds around you. Your […]
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