cheers, darling.

The city's so bright it burns our lungs.
Let's get out to breath and gaze the dark, salted sky.
Apathy takes its tole, and we drift toward the edge.
Pinch me to bring me back as the night's salt dissolves into the warmth of light's return.
Hold my hand.
I want to feel.
It's times like these when I wish you were real.
Now the sun shines bright and burns my lungs.
Sleep hides my eyes under heavy lids.
I'll rest until dusk takes me to a place I belong.