this city is a memory for me

the concrete jungle is as well…

all the cities of america are;

block after block of an old life

I tried so hard to be proud of

 

the love songs

the failures

are all a reminder

 

heavy irons dragging my –

dragging me and all of my –

they are all an exhausting reminder of unattainable dreams;

a belief in a success

only possible through

manipulation and amorous isolation;

a promise never meant to be kept

 

it is not healthy

this city living

it is not supposed to be…

everyone knows this…

it is why we all work so hard to forget

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)