journalofanobody:
There are those days,
I won’t deny,
when I want to lie down
on the street,
in a doorway,
under a tree (hard as they are to find),
or, to hell with it,
smack dab in the centre
of the pavement.
Just lie down,
to sleep,
to watch the disdain of passersby,
to remember who I was,
who I was supposed to be,
to gaze upon the shadows shifting,
longer, deeper upon the street
until it is consumed,
like me,
by night.
