The lights

The lights were green again. I glanced up and saw them changed. Nothing else in this city tells the passing of time to me as they do. Green for St. Patrick's Day, my fourth set of green lights, my last set as well.

Last night as any other, my final paper rushed as the library devoured my soul. I gave him my sense of decency, and smiled. I have been walking around for two days with a goofy expression on my face, smitten.

I had so much to say last night but could not find the words, my hours slipped past and I eventually slept, haunted by strange dreams. My nights have been late, my mornings lazy.

Today will be like the others, busy in a non-sensical kind of way, capped by doubt and alcohol. I often wonder about my friends.