Another way to say...

There's something amazing about singing outside. A crisper, cleaner sensation.
I am dull knife made sharp once again.
Some kind of nostalgia has resurfaced, and I think I've uncovered something.
It's that,
I haven't done this in a while.
Curse the creepy girl on my street, walking with me. She breaks the barrier of empty and crowded, making it much too many. I can't have that many people around.
My shadow gracing the tips of my feet.
It, and I.

That's how the good times be.