On the rooftops,
of abandoned dreams,
I stand facing the world,
on the edge of the forgotten warehouses,
where childhood memories can still be played.
I feel so insignificant and small,
one person challenging them all,
for what seems to be what only I believe in.
No one else will feel the same.
I left the abandon dreams,
got off the rooftops of forgotten warehouses,
where my childhood memories still play like
the sliver screen.
I walk passed the city,
far into the dark,
miles away from the strip club and casino lights.
I looked into the night,
and stared upon the beauty
of tiny little diamond lights,
sprinkled across black paint.
I've never seen anything in such abundance,
so vast that the city looked small,
and I became even smaller but felt less insignificant
because even though I was alone,
I knew there was so much than just one city,
there must be someone who believes in what
I do. |
Submission Name: The night epiphany 
