Lying flat on my back, with my toes dipped into the lake, I stared at the stars for a second. I guess I should have pondered their beauty and realized the rarity of a sky unsaturated by city lights, or something. But it occurred to me that you could probably see stars from the vast majority of the earth. It was city lights that were actually rare.
Never follow the crowd….
Until and unless you’re crossing the road…
There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.
when we’re done, I’ll be where the night never stops
cradling a bruise that’s shaped like you
wondering why sleep never came to me
wondering how I still dreamed
What appears strange and complex becomes stranger and more complicated once you begin to investigate it. That’s the true nature of the world.
Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.
In one opinion, the house in which you stay, the church you attend and the town in which you reside may not determine the size of your dreams, but they can influence the rate of maturity of what you have planted.
I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
lost to love.
The best thing to be in a city was anonymous. Failing that, however, notoriety would do.