virgilnhell

Walking through city as the wind blows past my face and the cars blind me. There are moments that I wonder if it's the same cars at night it all looks like one big dirty disney ride. Same cars, same buses and I'm on the same side of the street. The people you meet only talk in small gestures and the connections last through the end of the night like a one night stand gone wrong.
I never cross that boundry and actually talk becuase I always think that my thought of the person would be ruinned, that they wouldn't be anything like what I thought them to be. The prettiest of girls walking down the street can easily turn into the most disgusting thing you've ever met. Still that's my problem and that's exactly why I never really did make many friends. That kind of thought never did anyone any good anyway.
I light my monthly cigarette and lose myself in the smoke ignoring the laughter of the collage bar scene. I chase the lung infecting necotine head spin with the blood injecting alcohol. From an outside eye I must seem like a lonely guy drinking by himself and staring into space. It's funny all the stories one can come up with in there head out of this one scene. In reality I just want to unplug and disconnect from the world and my role in it, no matter how meaningless it is.
The night ends and I'm left in a slow spin. As I make my way home and my shadow dances with the street light I think...how poetic this all is in my head.....