In the black of the window
neon and restless lights
continue from the evening
to early morning
Rapid fingers weaving
shapes in the air
which crawl on her skin-
as well as the neighbours shouting from below.

This feeling never seems to stop
a hundred cups of coffee
could not comprehend
The pounding of the chest,
tired and veiny eyes
Symbiotic with the wired mind;
the air is so thick with angst-
piercing the window is not
enough to escape this
virtual reality.