Tonight...it’s coming tonight.
I’ve been saying that on this day every single year for as long as I can remember, and it still hasn’t come. Then again, I’m at that point where I’m starting to lose even my memory.
I look over the railing at the city below. Like New York, this is a city that never sleeps, but unlike New York, it isn’t playing loud music and screaming at the top of its lungs as it drinks irresponsibly. It’s more like it’s softly dreaming with the most vivid of imaginations. I don’t even know how a city like this could ever exist. It’s so quiet and peaceful. Cars coast