Feeling lonely. Feeling cold. Feeling bitter. Hoping, waiting wishing that somehow there is something sweet underneath. I'll shy away from the specifics, and sit here close my eyes, plug my ears, and only be aware of the flickering lights. Listen to my heart beat, clear messages that came long ago have faltered and it sounds like any other heart. A heart not my own. Any other heart, any other person. And oh how satisfying it is to run here in the dark, in the rain. The crunching of leaves in the quiet safe suberbs tell of problems from within. There is no more sound except their own breath that is coming fast and ragged. Their toes are icy and wet. And this town which they have lived in Their whole life feels empty. The streets are strangers and the dim yellow lamps cameras making their feeble attempt to get into the mind. But we can run forever. I go past these strangers and still feel the same wheather I'm lost or on my own street. Not even the buffeting wind can make us stop now. Not even he can.

Let the lights flicker.
Let the rain come.
Just leave us alone.
Or watch it come undone.
Fast and furious,
Trembling more
Bleeding bruises
A broken core
Calling his name out
Hearing him reply
Smiling now so gently
Or only just to cry
She swam past the moon
And saw the stars in their eyes
Heating the galaxies
and waiting to die
Keep running
Because now is not the time
Finish what we started
It's time to cross the line.