Tonight's the night. Tonight's the night. Tonight's the night.
As i was booking around Lincoln Park tonight at around 11pm just to go for a walk i was taken back when i noticed a boy no more than a year or two younger than i am praying the rosary, he quickly v-lined to the nearest alley undoubtedly embarrassed that there was in fact someone else out on this beautiful Tuesday night when it occurred to me that I was praying with him as I listened to Mirah blasting through my headphones with my thoughts running wild with anger, love (both missing and wanting it), questions, announces, confusion, and so on, this is what you do when you pray correct, you work these things out with god only in my case i suppose i was being my own god (that line might do me in) well....just a thought.