Down from my window
Thousands of lights, lives
Alone before sleep
Remembering nights alone in my apartment looking out over the city. Not an elegant view, but I y think Kerouac should’ve been comfortable.
Facing Forward
Down from my window
Thousands of lights, lives
Alone before sleep
Remembering nights alone in my apartment looking out over the city. Not an elegant view, but I y think Kerouac should’ve been comfortable.