If I
plummet to the ground by hopping over this shady railing, I’ll be giving up
this wonderful sight that I am currently inhaling. A horizon of such
brightness, where my future has been decided as if it’s written within the
confines of my own subconscious. Pages fly past me, bright lights keep
flashing, I’m so fucking high…off life that I can’t stop being happy. Beauty
all around me, from the people walking down below to the graffiti in the
alleys. The sun burns bright like 10 crack pipes being lit under the bridge off
of Distortion Pike, a sinful place known for the corrupted cops and it’s
walkers of the night. Birds and planes soar high above the sky where clouds
show a rendition of a fatal drive-by. As darkness covers every part of the
city, beautiful beams of light come from each and every building. The world is
a wonder and I know some of it is evil, there’s amazement in its nature and all
the bullshit you have to see through. I look on the positive side of the spectrum
so that my self-investment remains as such. Finding the strong amongst the
gritty, the truth amongst the pity, I've chosen my path correctly. As I stare
out towards the sky, incredible visions catch my eyes, for these are but simple
thoughts from a balcony.
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