Tonight I miss the city.
There’s always a part of me that’s inexplicably drawn to the light, like a moth following moonlight.
Though it seems so hollow at times. The City. Like you couldn’t catch a break even if you wanted to. Like silence is just din that fills the empty spaces but it’s never quiet, not really. It never sleeps. Insomniac and bright. Like the nights I spent walking around the city until five in the morning–we’d be insomniac together.