two concepts dance around in my mind from time to time
the first one is secure small towns and familiar faces streets with grass growing in the cracks and parking lots with the footprint of my disintegrating shoe pressed into fresh asphalt
streetlights that come on to let me know it’s time to go home a soft place to call my own
the second one is romantic intriguing and scary traffic and lights and people and buildings that fight to reach into the clouds an unfamiliar city with corners and caveats to explore for the first time
lights that never burn out restless crowds to fade into as soon as someone learns your name
two very different thoughts both equally concerning in two very different ways
complacency or out of place?
i refuse to give myself an answer or maybe i’m afraid to let myself wander
but a third question knocks on my skull and lets itself in
and i can’t help but wonder
what does five in the morning feel like when you can’t see the sunrise casting shadows on empty fields?
does the world still find a moment to release its breath before the day begins when the city didn’t even sleep the night before?