Kenny
“It has occured to me that humans are the least fortunate of all living beings. They have all the same instincts that all animals share; to survive, to feed, to reproduce.
This is new to me;. Held at gunpoint of such reverie. Once I painted my words on shipwrecks of old. Or fed them to lonely wolves out in the cold. But I see it now; no such thing as a dark everlasting.
When I wander in the back of my mind. In shapes and worlds of my own design. When I turn invisible or I stray. You pull my blinds to kiss me awake. And if you sang to me now, I know.
'Recollecting the city makes me smile. When you’re on your own, the city becomes your confidant, you know. Because a city is never just a city.
Wake up, I just can't wait anymore. To see the light your eyes gently pour. Drive away the lies messing up my head. All these hungry flies circling the dead. And how I long, even when we're in bed.
Wake me, only as you drift into the cavities. And leave nothing behind to remind me. That we were never really that involved. The pictures bear no resemblance at all.
with every step I feel like I’m flying through cityscapes. up where no one's been and time forgets. where no love songs survive. in the slipstream of a last goodbye.
'The light flickers as it turns on, and I hear her moan beneath the blanket. I am awake, but she’s still somewhere in between.
'We traveled by train to reach the hub, watched Downtown flicker by outside the windows. Snow cascaded from the sky, and beams of morning sunlight pierced the clouds hanging between the skyscrapers.