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.
I locked eyes with him, the glowing man on the stage.
He glimmered, his red hair shining under the spotlight.
That was all it took for my heart to be stolen away.
I hear the rain on the roof of my car, loud and serene.
I see the wet pavement stretch out for miles in front of me.
I don’t look back.
when it comes true
when my dream is found,
my goals reached,
will I be fulfilled?
will the future be everything I’d hoped,
or a letdown
a saddening realization of truth
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