light.

street lamp on the corner burnt into the sense of place layout of apartment building flowing through the veins of years every particle means something why can't it just mean nothing is there a way to simplify? why am i always running? every part of this town is far too real please let me go, please let me heal what is possible? oh god, what is possible? held together by tungsten lights shadows collect in the shape of a life summer nights, swollen eyes i wish i could dream i wish i could cry i wish i could cry every particle means something why can't it just mean nothing is there a way to simplify? why am i always running? every street is far too real please let me go, please let me heal what is possible? oh god, what is possible? what is possible? what is possible? i see too much