Perceptions And Transient Companions

Reality? Now what makes you think this is reality?
These streets? Cold and mean.
No. Reality is what's out there. An occasional glimpse I'm blessed with.
See there! Starlight.
And now it's gone. So suddenly. So soon. But it's waiting,
there....for me....after my time here.
Life? Hell, this is my purgatory.
Has been for as long as I can remember.
These tracks on my arms? This bottle in my hand?
Well, I guess they're my penance.
Or perhaps just my motivation. We all need to be motivated.
Everyone has a jones.
Something to propel us along our meandering course. So tell me.
What drives you?
No. Don't tell me. I don't need the burden of understanding.
Your company will do.
Graffiti walls. Littered alleys. An isolated siren song resounds....
and eventually fades.
Like my spirit, it alights for the briefest moment.
It reaches beyond the clouds....but returns.
Excuse me if I cry. Not for what was, or what is.
But rather for what will be.
No self-pity here. Tears of joy as I sit amidst this filth.
Nothing remains forever.
Oh the chill of the colorless concrete. A sturdy backdrop for squalor.
And for occasional friendship.
Like tonight. You and I. Stargazing. At least I am.
Who can say about you?