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Jun 2016
Lights of Padang


Rooftop restaurant terrace,
overlooking all of Padang,
it’s 3am I’m in the highest building around,
from here the lights of this madness are only ambiance,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

quit smoking for the eclipse,
well whatever what’s one more cigarette,
what’s my word worth anyways,
when I only give it to myself,

please ignore the narcissism,
it’s apparently hereditary,
and I’m one of America’s ******* sons,
a Son of a Gun on the run,
with a full clip,
on a long trip,
this is all such miserable fun,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

and still I write these words faithfully to you,
the only reason I’m still living,
my only inspiration,
as hollow as it may be,
the wrapping is bathed in such glory,
yet like Achilles tendon,
a spot was missed,
and that spot is the loneliness I sow,

so tell me a story,
tell me your highest hopes and your greatest fears,
tell me why you lead the life you live,
and tell me why you think you’re here,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

with you I am,
as much as I am with myself,
with really isn’t much I suppose,
though nor is anything or one else,

for if truth is to be told,
as rare as that may be,
nothing ever last,
and none of this is free,
so hopefully once you’ve lost it all,
you’ll still at least have your dignity,
and please remember that even if you’ve lost that,
well at least you’ll still have me,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

here on this rooftop restaurant terrace,
overlooking all of Padang,
it’s 3am I’m in the highest building around,
from here the lights of this madness are only ambiance…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

The H Trilogy
Volume 1
7/7/16

A Writer's Life.... And I still love you... ∆
Written by
Aaron LaLux  33/M/Hollywood
(33/M/Hollywood)   
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   Charly Lou Davis
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