Trite.
Streetlights do something to me that I cannot properly convey by just talking about them. Streetlights, and city lights, they're very important to me, in a very odd way. Every time I think about something that has affected me, I am plagued by thoughts of streetlights. I am also plagued by the scent of summer, and the taste of cigarettes, and the feeling of tired, heavy eyes, squinting under fluorescent drug store lighting. I think that my past and present drug use has slightly altered my ability to tell stories, verbally. I trail off and and am unable to keep a straight thought without many other thoughts invading that space. I am easily distracted. Going back to nights where I had one singular thought helps, and streetlights aid my story telling ability.
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illuminate me.
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