I tie my shoes-leave the house, board the train and keep on moving. My thoughts are thickening. Trees fill me like you're whispering, "The night is fading." Hey there friend. I think we had a lot in common. The feeling is dead. Maybe it's just lost and needs to be found again. Just keep on moving. A manic walk-It's just the panic talking. So keep on breathing. Don't stop creating. I stared and studied the structure of your face. To feel connections, some form of deeper meaning. My skin will crawl and in the morning it will fade a little. I can't find a home. I'm a stranger in this city now. Tonight I think she might be losing me. Tonight I know she'll never set me free. I feel nothing. I want nothing. I am nothing.
