The city lights sparkle off of the wet streets.
My hands are full.
but a light heart.
It may look cute to carry it all this way,
but damn if it isn't awkward.
I don't care though,
as I dislodge a ribbon from my hair,
that has stuck to my black lip gloss.
My eyes now sparkle with crystalline tears of joy.
A song in my heart proclaims and sings my happiness.
I am at the center of the world
in which I want to be.
With less dramatics
and more romantics.
I am a sight to see,
as I turn the corner and fall into
the sweet smoky darkness
that will forever be my home.