puff of cold air into night the only sound
my shoe heels onthe ground.
light an ugly orange above me like the sun obscene
a misled color scheme a classic half-past midnight city scene. it leaves me wondering at best to see what we have made and fashioned as rewards and set our lives up to be paid for-- is what i see now what i get emptied hopes and old regrets and jealousies bulit up inside now big as life itself though no one seems to really care underneath lies trapped despair as every plan just dissipates from sight like puffs of cold air into night. night unfolding all around me like a fallen dream as its surrendering. tell me how oh tell me how i'll breathe. when i'm left wondering at best to see what we have made and fashioned as rewards and set our lives up to be paid for---
