To be young and dumb
Wandering without destination,
The night is in full swing
Blank sky, smothered by the warm lights of the city
We stumble upon a tiny convenience store at the corner of realidad y sueños
A seemingly ordinary site now stands out as a beacon of promise on the abandoned street
This is what I love about the night.
We enter into a jungle of twinkies and boxed wine, paired with the aroma of stale cigarettes
I am in awe...