Night Sky

The smoke curls out of my mouth as I exhale the last cigarette. I begin to walk under a starry sky, and I wonder. As of late, I find myself more and more inclined to sympathize with Atlas. The more I think of you, the more I feel the weight of my mistakes, the weight…

Sympathize

She’s not happy, you know. I wish I could tell you But I don’t think you’d care. She thought she’d be more. She thought she’d be in love With beautiful baby ducks, all lined up And a fabulous career. Mansion included. She’s disappointed with life And the dreams she left behind for us. That’s why…