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a u g u s t f o u r t h

the lights
from tall, glass buildings
filled with men and women in business suits
sat at desks with their computer—
they shine down on the city
in a way that is foreign
yet somehow close to home
as i leave the late night show,
ears clouded and voice raw.

a t-shirt that sits in my lap
reminds me of my reality,
in a car unfamiliar to me,
that i saw two people
i never thought i'd ever see before.

i type away in my notes on my phone
capturing the moment of true happiness
and raw emotions
like a stream of consciousness
so in a way, i can prove that my experience is real.

it's been an hour since the dan and phil show ended and i'm very emotional alexis play the internet is here while i sob