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