Nocturne...

Cars hissing by the window, a soft light by that streetlamp where lovers never kissed beside, but I could saw them so clearly in the movie of imagination. The bed feels like a trap tonight... sheets feeling rough like the walls of a cardboard box.. where I'm living in.. ready to be delivered, but no one is coming to pick... so many wrong addresses I wrote.. so many times I've bet my heart on the wrong number... I'm looking for a way to go, watching silly things I never cared before, pretending they are so important now, just in a fake world.. knowing finally I will fall asleep, and wake up again... fighting through those hours of light for reaching again my favorite darkest places.. where I can find thousands friends.. and at the same time feeling so alone.. but happy to leave a sign...