The people, the music
filledness of rush hour
traffic skirting puddles
work crews packing in
laughswearingmudyellowed
slickers lighting candle bombs.
My sadness the euphoric
detachment.
I love this town.
It breathes me.
The people, the music
filledness of rush hour
traffic skirting puddles
work crews packing in
laughswearingmudyellowed
slickers lighting candle bombs.
My sadness the euphoric
detachment.
I love this town.
It breathes me.