Ghost longs for Robot Heart.

I wish there was a place where the wind never stopped. Where grass always grew. Where people kept dying every second, and windows were always smashed. Covered in dirt, every house would be in a constant flux. People leaving, windows closing, doors slamming, talking, laughter, the smell of dinner, husband's returning, children sleeping. Where cars would spin. And honk. Where people actually went where they wanted to go. Conversation would happen across the border daily. "Oh how are you today, sir?"
"Good, and you?"
"Quiet well Henry..."

And so the day goes. Exchanging smiles in lines for coffee, a pleasant glance across a bar. I wanna live in a place like that. Things happen, life happens. And the best part, I'm involved. A piece of me gets to be put into this. I'm part of a circut, in a HUGE robot heart.

When everything is lonely, I can be my own best friend.
I'll grab a coffee and the paper
Have my own conversations.
With the sidewalks and the pigeons
And my window reflection.