He watches
Is he caught in the rain or blinded by the floodlights?
The neon wires burn his gaze, spelling out hotel
The wind cuts through his trench coat, encasing his body and mind in an icy glaze,
But his heart is at peace.
There’s no need to turn back now he thinks as he lies awake, the neon red lettering tearing through the sheer curtains and penetrating his mind yet again,
But he is safe now, and the neon cannot hurt him.
the pathways of my mind intersect and wind
curling until they turn to infinite spirals
leading to darkness I couldn't see the end of if I tried.
my mind doesn't listen when I tell it to stop.
what do you do when you cross the sea without me?
on this warm night, I stand outside in the blue dark.
I wear a bathrobe over my pajamas
and old crocs that are faded purple
it's almost night on the Tyrrhenian Sea
homes glow like stars on the cliffside
and waves of green lap against the side of the boat
there is a storm approaching,
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