already. almost 5am. sitting here listening to killing moon...a long lost song tucked in under 80s. off to crosseyed and painless. i watch as the tiny spider winds its way down and the candle's flame ever lowers to the melted wax. it smells like apples and the dark.
and i'm here. here. here. finally.
but there was no big bang. no fireworks or confetti. just long subway rides to midtown past long lost haunts and new faces, ipod ears and no walkmans...and the aloofness continues, the indifference remains.
i know better.
20 years later.
run the rat race at your own pace. fuel up, keep straight ahead. put the restless ghosts to bed...