Encircle

With the road beneath me and the city lights all around me, shining with glorious prosperity, I felt a strange warmth envelop me. Cascading waves of streetlight echoes marked in soft puddles, embedded in my memory. Traffic light conception, triumphant gleams of concrete towers behind glass, through open eyes. Deaf to the screams of malice which shatter at the waters edge. Break away, free fall to no end. Awake and dreaming. My sorrow set ablaze by a burning desire to change.