Carnival

I’ve always wondered

What it’d be like

Wandering alone in the middle of the streets

In the middle of the night

When all the blinds are shut closed and

All the streetlights are on and

The occasional car speeds past you

Thirty over the limit

When it all sounds like

…

It’s so dead out that you almost begin to believe

That you’re the only one standing

The only one breathing

The only one who has the freedom

To run continuously,

Only to come back to where you’re standing now.

 

Now I know.

Soul. Alone.

Under the sparkling black and finally

Experiencing what I’ve been after.

Does anybody want tickets to the carnival in my stomach?