"There is nothing left for you here" I told myself that night and it's something that is always haunting me. There are pieces broken along the way and the streets are littered with thoughts of you. I thought it would suffice but for now just let me survive tonight. These vices are just biding my time but what am I biding for? Let the street lights moan and mourn for me. Even the cold air turns warm, I am my own tropical storm.