Whenever I’m abroad sooner or later there will be this beat of life I am slowly synchronizing with. The older I get, the longer it takes to wipe my social self and adapt to new surroundings but eventually it will happen. There will be this feeling of finally having arrived. I watched the sun set on St. Pete Beach and slowly made my way home.
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night
I believe.