Sometimes I wish I could be just all alone in a city an autumn night. Just walk all the roads up and down in the glow of the streetlights. Have my thoughts bounce up and down between empty walls, hear my heart beat in the old ruins of great buildings, scream out my feelings like a lunatic bird in the city park.
I would run my feet through all the wet leaves on the asphalt and smell the rain coming in from the sea. I would climb all the mural walls and all the fences too, I would run by the rivers till I could hardly breathe and I tasted my soul on my tongue.
But it still wouldn't make me cry, would it?
Why is it the only thing that could make me cry is for someone to hold me and tell me things are going to be allright? Is it weakness?
I would run my feet through all the wet leaves on the asphalt and smell the rain coming in from the sea. I would climb all the mural walls and all the fences too, I would run by the rivers till I could hardly breathe and I tasted my soul on my tongue.
But it still wouldn't make me cry, would it?
Why is it the only thing that could make me cry is for someone to hold me and tell me things are going to be allright? Is it weakness?
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