August 19, 2016

The moon is bigger, gold print stay still on the sky
My city moves with the cars
People pass by without seeing faces

I’m a light headed drunker whose body runs but mind stuck in the air
Looking at the painting of loneliness

The spice of caffein wears off as I meet with life
Then walk out on the street, no longer does the moon stare again
It is not what the same one as before
Without the silence that we both crave
But I turn my back and blend in the running cars

Sadness is gone, what is left is emptiness


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