October. Awake at midnight. Can't sleep. Wanting to go outdoors and wander. Buy coffee from the vending machine, internalizing as I sit on a block of concrete, and have one eye on the cars with headlights on passing by. And when the streetlights start to sing their melancholia I'll be dancing with the imaginary version of you in the lavender haze under the dazzling moon, how 'bout that?