there are sore spots on the surface of this earth when the light on the sun goes dim, and red colored. when i am walking alone with a song that makes my hair warm, and my skin soft, and makes my insides blush. when im not dreaming. when i'm not high. and i'm swimming in this soupy blue jean jacket and it hangs on me like the weight of somebody with their arms around my shoulders, too big for me it belongs to somebody else. and the neon lights on the city strip look like galaxies closing in on me. there are sore spots and i feel them all.
