My head used to be like the largest city in the world.
Thousands of thoughts speeding around, Traffic didn't seem to be an issue here.
Neither did the laws apparently, as a thought sweeps by before i can even try to get it to stop,
And it almost makes me stop
Dead.
The light was blinding.
Glints of hope shining through and bouncing from building to building lighting up the night.
There never really was a night, a time to sleep, to rest, in this city.
I got tired of not sleeping after a while, I built more and more skyscrapers, they made shadows.
after staring at that hopeful light straight on for too long,
I went blind.
My mind was the type of city where if you didn't know exactly where you were going,
You would get lost.
I invited plenty of people to stay over,
But either they couldn't find their way, or they didn't even try.
Even me, who lived here my whole life, got lost at times.
I would turn the wrong way and apologize to people who offered me help.
But when I finally found the way,
Oh nothing has ever felt more rewarding than that.
I tried to move out of that city, It's a lot darker here, even without the skyscrapers I used to need.
Thought I used to need.
Speaking of which, the lack of cars creates a silence,
With no worry that one day soon one might kill me, it puts me at peace
A peace I sometimes confuse with emptiness and relentlessly try to fill.
But only sometimes.
Just like sometimes I still get lost here.
And it is more scary to get lost in the dark silence with no sense of direction at all.
Not even a destination in mind, because you've already arrived.
