Apples, the red kind.

dreams crash and burn, leaving you empty inside. i'm surrounded by life, lights and vibrancy of this city. i fell in love some time ago, when i was a much less salted wound but i can see my love still flickers, however dim it may be as of recent. i'm a baby in this flock of adults, i'm trying to find my sea legs. finishing the days accompanied by my thoughts and the sound of my fingers tapping away is not an unusual sound, but this time it is more comforting. i'm not heartbroken crying over my keys, i'm not whining over the city, people, work, or trivial. i'm leaving the past, i'm forgetting the hurt or pain i once made up, i'm just me alone living life in a city that never sleeps. And these are my own words, true and raw.