Spending time chasing dreams in the dark; whispering to one another about the things we call “happiness”.
Checking our pockets for change to buy hope and keep our bellies full of joy; injecting our minds with allusions to dispel the horrors of our nightmares.
This is our drug to cope with the fear of loneliness in the night; following the tracks to avoid the slums that we must pass through.
“Love” was never a friend just the trickster who stole our moral decency; the dealer of truth and lies.