March 4, 2011

Full Moon

Full moon,
a breath of fresh air.

To hate it,
to Love it,
to hate it even more.
The city, when dark
seems friendlier.

One block, two people.
Five blocks, eight.
The city is becoming smaller,
or I'm expanding too fast.

In that expansion,
I slowly suffocate;
in this insanity
of loud noises,
bright lights and
mental consumption.

I'm consumed by the lack of humanity.
But Friday nights I am glowing
like a full moon...

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