sometimes
if youre in the right spot
the city look like it's on fire.
and it shimmers and blazes.
it moves and pulses.
the city is burning, but i'm not.
i'm going to join it tonight
maybe ill even be the cause.
im not alive yet.
what'll it take?
ill take all my friends
we'll make a run
from mcdonalds to icecream stands
from pub to nightclub
from here to home and back again.
we'll stand on top of roofs and get as close to the edge as we can
just for one perfect photograph.
i have time. and i wont spend it at home
chocking
because you can't find your time for me.
im squinting at the city on fire.
its beautiful.

you aren't subtle when you run

moonlight bike ride through suburbia
i love the smell of cooling concert
and new lilacs.

you are not adventurous.
you have a poker face
as home base.

but you smile nice at me.

i don't like suburbia.
i dont think i ever will.
too croweded
too narrow.
but i love bike rides.
i love summer nights.
i love flowers and fresh cut grass and i love knowing maybe one day you'll be riding next to me, instead of all the men and boys i have to hold your place and replace you.

goodnight blogging world.