emote:

Envious of the prayers slipped from other lips, sleeplessness accompanied with headphones, 
wet streets and torn shoes, soaked yet undaunted, a life spent flowering amidst flakes
of industrial rust, the monuments of capitol whither to reveal their skeletons of dust, 
ignorance like a phoenix consumes all common sense. Advice offered as opinion, blindfolded
and side swiped, the shepherd of the resurrection refuses questions, these days so short 
it seems almost impossible to distinguish life from dream, so many types of sadness, 
grief like a headache, written like an email unsent, or some vacant alleyway that leads
from nowhere special to nothing you need, eschewing modern for romantic, as if by choice
swept up in the dim light that silently approaches, as if choice were something we ever
could afford.