poetic musings turned evil....

walking through the streets of new york city is like dancing to the tude of humming and hustle, movement and murmers. In new york city, falling asleep doesn't happen. Its more like fighting to sleep. You see, to converse with sleep, one's mind becomes a battlefield, longing to surrender to sleep and to let the drunk yells, horns, and hum of the streets fade away, but being held awake by the phosphorescent orange from the lights of the lives of everyone else who hates you back for living because your life is just another bright light through their window keeping them awake.