the light in these places seems to break into million of pieces and you try to look for them even though all you seem to hear are distinct and constant sounds and they seem to stick in your head and stay there even when its finally quiet. its quiet now and they seem to be louder then they've ever been.
and I feel alone more then ever, and so do the strangers downstairs in the bar and they look and they're open and i still don't feel any different. i sit and the window and try to block out the noises with the same remedy i always used. but that remedy never worked, and I'm positive its not going anywhere.

So think of me sometime when im blocking out the noises with other ones, and when im trying to find the pieces of the light and piece them back together.