Calm & charcoal grey

Calm and charcoal grey, like your bedroom in the morning, when we wake up and are forced to take everyone else into account.

Right now, everyone around me are dragging me into the city lights.

The flashing lights, the blinking unknown. 

I am too tired, my body is drained of life. 

I am not miserable, nor very happy, I just feel like going where everyone knows my name. 

I just feel like being in your strong arms, like I was ealier. I know we are both out,

And we are told to have fun, but right now I just want to pour my heart out in your arms 

And tell you how I feel when your large hand is around mine.

Everything around me is calm and charcoal grey, like your bedroom in the morning, when we are waking up

And forced to take everyone else into account. 

La Bateau Ivre is what I feel like, walking these streets of Copenhagen at night, Arthur Rimbaud, lost poet, bewildered in this world at age 17. 

I can hear the noise of my converse on the ground, going in the right direction. But all I want to do is feel your large stature above mine as you hold me for safety.