cognitive dissonance

the district is awake, but still alone.
i am a house yet to become a home.

i’m running through nightfalls forgotten,
in the aimless abyss we used to know.

and i know you hear me.
i know you see the world through my eyes,
because you were never fooled by my disguise.
but now i’m masked,
and there’s no mardi gras to show this face.
the mountaintops are amber and bright,
and we are the clouds covering the sunlight.

i’m running through nightfalls,
in the aimless abyss we’ve begotten.

the district is awake, but still alone.
i am the coffee shop where you wrote this poem.