new songs.

The littlest bones in my body knows.

Meanwhile distraction is having no effect on whatever familiarity is left.

Dislocated seems a small word now, an understatement. Walking alone here can never give the same feeling as walking alone back there; there just is no connection, only yourself to connect with.

Worse is the night sky embroidered with the orange nightglow that never seems to fade, the sky is just a void.

It swallows up all the conversations in your mind when you look up at it.

Concrete.