Midnight in Bali

I was wandering on the street of midnight Bali alone, wishing my boy’d be here. The street was quiet. So was that cigarette. So was I. I’ve been spending some time alone, doing something wrong. While all the fuss and chaos fade away, the tranquility flows outside in. Then I see the naivety of wanting to die young and pretty. Because nothing is pretty compared to life.  Instead i imagine a life long and healthy. So my adventurer boy,  I’ll follow him long, to those places we’ve dreamed of. Long enough to make true all his sweet promises. And he’ll grow up to a real man, holding tight his innocence and my hand.