This Is How The Beat Drops.

I leave for New York Today.
I lie awake in my bed.
It's 1am.
The orange glow of the city lines my blinds,
and sloftly rests on my face.
I close my eyes,
but REM is the furthest thing from my mind.
I turn on my side,
and pull my comforter under my chin.
I wrap my arms around the thick goose-feather blanket,
and embrace it; hard.
I'm doing it.
I'm getting out.

Let Me See Ya Do The Jane Fonda.
Matty B.