Streets are finally emptying. Ten shutters coming down. I'm watching as the city starts to breathe again. . The mad in crowd dispersing, people going home.
When it's easy, when it's all good. When we have way more than we should. Our grass is greener than green. . (). But when it turns and easy gets hard.
Whoa. Hey hey. . Oh, what a ride. What a perfect sky to frame your hazel eyes. I'd scream on the inside. But right now it feels like I've been tranquilized.