Once there was darkness; the pit of despair, broken abused and unsolved.  I knew there was light but i was to crazy to see it.  the streets were watching
there i knew nothing, we new nothing.  abused angry disenfrancised we were looking for an escape, way out and it casued our connections to falter.
LOst we knew night dark pain sadness wretchednes hurt.  And the streets were watching.
They were a place, a thing. I'm not sure what, but i oved it like nothing else.  I was a home.  complete home and for a moment all was right.  The connections were made and from like from darkness to light, like flipping a swith, all became well.
I want it again.Singing in the dark.  Warmth by the heasrt.  Connection to our worlsd.  Understanding.  resppect love.  They all become peices o0f a larger puzzled i despapir to re engage.  Theree there is o pain.  Discomfort, whatever i can handle that.  The journey i took led me through the tunnel of broken dreams the tunnel where in darkness light is found. 
Love
And the streets are watching.
I remember the placec, a borokne slab of cement from wehivch flowers grea.  I'm amazed ny the flowers i knew and love dthe ones i couldn't taklk to yet the thing that mattered in all that time is the people we knew and the addiction we shared.  It's nothing like walking for i can walk ay and night without fdeeling pain.  Nor is it like sex, easy, simple, labile.  Nor is it like the million other feelings we have felt in our times.  They have come and gone and yet the memories remain and as i listen they crop up like so many seed s from lifes garden waithing to be sowed.  We elt togetherness.
Togetherness, that forever thing like lightning eill foever touch the suoth so to will i remmebr that feeling.  like memeory pire and untapered.  like hope faithful and true.  like beauty...like beauty.  But despite all these memoritees .  despite the things we remind ourselves of.  despite the tihngs we work for. togetherness has painted a aptch apon the inside wall of your brain where memopries arise and the freshest is the best.  Togethernesss.  togetherness.
We at that time, wadenred.  ramb,lng [atterns become patterns and paths ccrossed.   some places we efear others we loved.  some people were tajken advantage of and some people tkae advantage of us.  Some places were safe and others were mere hisdeouts, am pplces to go when the light shniged the brightest.  We had places we loved places we longed tp explore though when we returned there it wasn't quite the same.  In some ay we had weakend, gotten comfortable and given up that comfort was disturb.