THE MOTH II

Home is where the heart is, some people say. Where is your heart little moth? Wondering in awe at every neon that glitters from a hot, steamy night till the cold misty morning. Just listen to the dogs that bark at every shadow with the same voice. Long and full of sarcasm. Nobody cares. Drunk with fiery eyes that never sleep. They will only take everything and then break you. Leaving you with nothing but emptiness.

When will the journey end or does it matter at all? Close your eyes and be at peace with yourself and forever end the ellusive quest. Come back home and be cuddled under a warm blanket of dreams while you sleep. Come home tonight.