I was calling you today
on the middle of a bridge
that lit up colors
striping through the
night skies
i like looking at
and i thought of all the times i had spent
chasing dreams, chasing chasing chasing
fat stacks of money a sense of accomplishment a life worth living
and i thought
thought about my life and its trajectory
through the streets of broken stones
spent staring at cracks on pavement
there is this hollow feeling in my chest
i feel a conscious space there
there is this empty feeling in my brain
it feels disconnected from my body
they do not respond to my emotions
i reach for a smile but my lips do not respond right
i am walking but my legs feel so light
but my arms feel heavy
my head remains bowed
but friend,
where are you
i have forgotten what you look like
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
I was calling you today
on the middle of a bridge
that lit up colors
striping through the
night skies
i like looking at
and i thought of all the times i had spent
chasing dreams, chasing chasing chasing
fat stacks of money a sense of accomplishment a life worth living
and i thought
thought about my life and its trajectory
through the streets of broken stones
spent staring at cracks on pavement
there is this hollow feeling in my chest
i feel a conscious space there
there is this empty feeling in my brain
it feels disconnected from my body
they do not respond to my emotions
i reach for a smile but my lips do not respond right
i am walking but my legs feel so light
but my arms feel heavy
my head remains bowed
but friend,
where are you
i have forgotten what you look like
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