waltz x2

Truth be told, I like the excitement of the unknown. Let’s keep it this way, I’m digging it.

I’m on a mattress, 1130 at night, getting ready to buy some cheap coffee across the street from the tired smiling lady behind the streaked, cracked bulletproof glass for my midnight vault through the meteor stricken sky.
Maybe I can outrun this haunting in my chest, leave it here, deal with it later.
I’d like to see the birds when they fly north.