The Starry Night

I’m walking on the streets.

My shoes are writing my name

on the surface of the road.

This planet is dead,

or at least it has a deathly pallor.

You can hear the traffic lights beeping,

but it’s only me who can hear

the music.

This world is deaf,

but I’m dancing on the streets

and getting drunk by breathing

the night air.

Orange light in my lungs.

I used to shine in the dark

but now I’m suffocating under the starry sky

and drowning in my loneliness.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems