...

As the stars shine
and the city lights blink
on a cold sidewalk
the smoke lingers.
Refusing to break apart and disperse.
Lungs hurt,
To match the rest of my body.
Everything aches.
It pains.
It cries.
It yearns.
It misses.
Feelings of in-between
Here and there.
Dream and reality.
On a cold sidewalk I shiver.
Resolutions spur.
Ideas are born,
the commit suicide,
they die.
Epiphanies come.
The stars endlessly shine
as the city lights blink.
Time passes.
Very slowly...
It passes.