Chicago

Apr 21, 2013 00:00

In this city
This cold
cold city
Where each breath crystalizes in your lungs
Little spindles spinning and poking your chest
In this city I walk to outpace my own thoughts
Music playing in my ear, “they better run, better run”
I walk at a pace that reflects my southern upbringing

But if I were to ever fall in love
I would want this city
This cold cold city
I would want this city
With its sounds
Sirens, aggressive horns
In the background
I would fall in love here
Forgetting about my neuroticism
Self-loathing and doubt
Cast like lots
Unto a board of nothingness

We are nothing
Our lives but a piece of a greater oblivion

Sleep well and enjoy the nothingness
For the ambitious
It is the only peace we shall ever know

restlessness, chicago, poetry, life

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