YES; THAT'S WHY I'M HERE

YES; THAT'S WHY I'M HERE.

I watch the forms of blackened trees stood motionless against a winter
sky
They are silhouetted by the city's neon glow
I shiver at the privilege
I watch a tapestry of stars dance above them on the darkened cloth of
night
I inhale the produce of man and let it flow to my brain
My mind feels relieved
I think of things, past and present
I am free; alone
Why am I here?
Why am I standing in a foreign garden that's chilled by a frosted
night?
Why am I looking at things I would not consciously look at?
Why is my mind soaking up these wondrous and beautiful images?
Am I mad?
No.
I wanted a cigarette
That's the reason
No one wanted to share it with me
Yes; that's why I'm here
That's why I'm cold
That's why I'm alone

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