I watch the energy roar silently across the sky through the thin veil of cigarette smoke
The parking lot lamp lights the page
A midsummer night in October and my skin sticks to my shirt with sweat and desperation
I look at my life and think
Our individual existence is as fleeting as a blot of lightning
The observation or neglect of it doesn't make it not so
Yet we cannot help but be in awe of it all
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
I watch the energy roar silently across the sky through the thin veil of cigarette smoke
The parking lot lamp lights the page
A midsummer night in October and my skin sticks to my shirt with sweat and desperation
I look at my life and think
Our individual existence is as fleeting as a blot of lightning
The observation or neglect of it doesn't make it not so
Yet we cannot help but be in awe of it all
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