I'm on the mezzanine with my thorazine...
It is 1:42 AM, although no one is certain what evening this all began.
The shadows are comforting. The air smells of yearning and disappointment.
It is the lonely mists and fog that settle in the crevices of the landscape long before anyone wakes in the morning.
It is the voices in your head you refuse to acknowledge.
It is melody, it is anger, it is noise and trouble souls.
Desperately it is love.
Ultimately, it is random parade.

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