I walk myself to a place i know.
I feel familiar as it shows.
I feel cold as i browse.
Into the darkness rocks i throw.
As it gets darker it gets colder.
City lights dance in a swirl of colours.
I feel and smell vague scents of people who were once here.
As if they were near.
No sounds no movements.
I feel no enjoyment.
Empty street, a cold night.
I have got nothing in my sight.
How many passed this way, these footprints.
Of some i know and am not acquainted with.
Empty street, i stand alone.
Empty street i fall on.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
I walk myself to a place i know.
I feel familiar as it shows.
I feel cold as i browse.
Into the darkness rocks i throw.
As it gets darker it gets colder.
City lights dance in a swirl of colours.
I feel and smell vague scents of people who were once here.
As if they were near.
No sounds no movements.
I feel no enjoyment.
Empty street, a cold night.
I have got nothing in my sight.
How many passed this way, these footprints.
Of some i know and am not acquainted with.
Empty street, i stand alone.
Empty street i fall on.
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