It’s the darkness, the cool air.

The open roads.

Lights haloing the ink.

The night keeps me active,
it keeps me alive.

And on.

Perhaps forever.

Maybe I will settle in a place that can comfort me better.

I’m tossed up in this lively drama and sleepless nights.

I don’t understand these feelings.

All I know is that no one gets close.
No one will get close.

No more of this feeling.

I seem to fall deeper, desperately trying to pull myself away from thinking.

This isn’t happening, and it never will.

Just forget it for now.
Forget it forever.

I have to tell myself with a bitter tongue:

"Silly girl, love is for morons.”