she’s a lunatic, lunatic, lunatic.
I went to the only place I knew by heart. Amongst the cracking of water surrounding the dock, was the faint pulse of music and conversation. It was twelve o’clock about two minutes into me sitting down. The fireworks were everywhere, with boats honking their boisterous horns and people fleeing the bars whooping and clapping. I was happy for them. Their elation was a rescue from my own diseased thinking. To me, it’s all numbers. But for them it’s hope and promise. Does the forward of time really mean the change of lives? Not at all. But those few seconds kick them out of the bars; to stand in the streets, to kiss, scream, and dance. To act like animals around the mere dream of a better future. A force like that is something I can believe in. Even if I am at the bottom of everything, standing on my toes to see what everyone else is living for.
