We spent
so much time
the blinding lights

trying to live those
shiny dreams

trying to understand
and find love

through the shadows exposed
on the streets

through the strangers dancing
to our beats

in between
unknown bed sheets

that we let each other
slip through the
only moment
that was truly ours

somewhere in between
running from the past
and hoping
for a future together
in a way
that is


this street is half full and it’s too much

my neighborhood sounds:

lots of
people and drifting leaves
workers in heat
with faces like old men
staying in their shadows
as I cross the street.

birds feeding their hatchlings
chirpings, barking and
two hands in solitude
holding, scribbling.

yet another shitty
about how I