City Streets Howl

The city streets howl at me despite great height and thick windows, they don’t loose their volume or presence. I forgot to go outside today, the sun left, and it’s eight o’clock in the evening. My humble room stays dark most of the day, despite personally installed lights and lamps trying to combat this dungeon like appeal. I can’t tell if this has been positive or endlessly dangerous. I’ve been trying to think of what I did with the day. A lot of things, but mostly negligible in a grander scheme. The endless things to fill the day with, I will always fall to sleep at night feeling as if I fell a little short of fulfilling. The mind in a constant frenzied whirlwind of possibility, the dance and shuffle of the marvelous experiences you can partake in. We have feasts before our eyes every single minute, and perhaps I’ve stuffed myself so full I can’t move.

I will be leaving soon though. The night calls. And I have a lot of eating to work off. We’ll find gods and monsters. We’ll dance to the constant rhythm of our million feet rocking together. We will fall at each other’s doorsteps, uncomfortable and afraid. The sound will carry you through. Chance, will take good care of you. Surely, libations will befriend me, and when I finally stumble home to slumber, I’ll be gently rocked to sleep by sweet whiskey’s peace and the dream of humming city streets that no longer howl at me.