gamble

For the first time in a long time, I'm on the verge of excess, feeling reckless enough to afford the most unnecessary of emotional luxuries. Is there anything to be said for actively whipping up an infatuation? Of all the silly things to waste your emotional capital on, it's the equivalent of buying anything from williams and sonoma. A sign that all other emotional needs are met. Still, the vulnerability of having a crush--a most risky venture. What is it about having excess that makes us want to gamble? Even though the house has literally always won, I walk into the casino confidently. Odds be damned, I just want the thrill, not the jackpot.

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city

City that never wakes or sleeps,
City in which your fortune keeps,
City that made you exchange for youth,
Worship for some elusive muse.

City that blinks night and day,
While finest hours slip away,
Shall blink years onwards too,
When cruel Time reaches you.

So march and skip on so long,
In a frenzy till next dawn,
On towards youth’s end, so breezily,
Pour into City’s hands, your mortality.

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