BrownEyedElliot

so empty and so full the city churns with a whirring chaos.  the best and mediocre parts of each day drain of their color til all i see is the red.  and the red lives in me, pulses through me. the red is the life, the vibrance and the violence.  the red in this city [...]

train wheels and a few dozen miles stuck between us and yet i’m still left here careening through thoughts of deep blue eyes and folds in nearly as blue t-shirts.