It will always be funny to me
How the night is so quiet
Yet has an air of liveliness.
Looking out the window,
The lampposts are illuminating the road
The odd car drives by, the odd folk is walking home.
When walking home from a night out with friends,
The tram is empty at 11:30 pm
But if full to the brim at 1:00 am
With people moving the dance party into the carriage.
They smell of weed, tobacco, and cheap liquor.
Dazed, glass-eyed, and yelling
At each other, although only a foot apart.
The music is sickly, it makes my heartbeat strangely
The based interrupting the natural rhythm
It feels like a heart attack.
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Will Speak
PuisiSome many words from in my head and this is where they will find life and purpose.
