Saturday, January 10, 2015

Just So High

The chilly night grasping my fingers,
Its touch so numbing,
My head bent low to sidestep the punch of the cold,
I’m walking headfirst into the abyss,
Light flowing past, the asphalt cool under the rubber,
The darkness is awakening,
The sound in my ears is deafening,
I’m trudging on, the clock ticking by,
My head is light as everything zips around me,
There is no feeling, no emotion, nothing left,
I’m cold and it’s all swirling past me,
I look at the stars and I smirk, I smile,
It all seems perfect even though it’s cloudy,
It’s just so high.