i will be there to hold your hair back

it was past midnight. you can't sense the night here, only feel it upon the outlines of their faces, their sunken eyes, their footsteps dancing or turning into the ground they tread. but some make me grin and i have only time for those that make me grin, now. the city wails and swishes around me. i am drunken and i am strong.

the lights shimmer and shudder into me. all i want is a quiet place to read, a place to hold hands - to laugh with friends and a rooftop to see the sunset. dreams can only pollute. i keep my eyes fixed, hush out all thoughts. the heart is strongest above all things. i want the best for the ones i love.

you are alive, little miss, you are alive and your leg is caught in the window. what can you be? what can you be inside naked skin, beyond the guts, tangled with thoughts and desires and hopes? you can be anything, but your foot is stuck; drunken defeat, awash with the world. break out, reinvent, rediscover. please?

the life, suddenly, without warning, is whole again. loneliness, despair, the fight with the ego, movement, colours... all will lose its charm. i promise. what will settle in its place? i will wait to define it, but it is good and true.. it's all i know.


*put all excuses aside and remember this: YOU are capable