I woke up early and stood on my rooftop in the stillness. Something you don’t get much of in this city.
I watched the sun rise amidst the snow covered horizon; the city covered in white again.
As cold and grey as it is, it comforts, almost soothes.
I thought about how most of the time our priorities are in such distortion.
What we will have and what we will be, ruling our minds, all the days.
Racing the clock and running towards the things we think we want.
We have ourselves. Our bodies. Our minds.
The most incredible machines that will ever be.
Can we ever appreciate our greatest gift?
Life. Possibilities. Endless. Hope. Free will.
I walked along, in the pouring rain, as slow as I could
one foot in front of
I wasn’t cold, I never felt a thing
Chet Baker in my ear, you were in my
I was covered in
Dancing quietly under
But what about my bed?
Those cerebral storms
Is it as empty as it feels
I’m not so much lost as,
Streetlights in my frame
Heartbeats guide me and I know exactly
where to go
what to do
The celestial gleam is pulling
There are puddles
the streets are collecting
the sky’s downpour
The night is mine,
Call it a night
Still I keep sloshing through the
Tides pulling me
in every which way
There is no where left to go,
the sidewalks are rivers
and I am
in thoughts of you