Pink City

Pink

Portrait made ill.

Night

Sent by the sun,

On tarnished roads,

Then Concrete dwelling,

An entrance laughs,

I look toward the pulsing strip,

Cars fade,

Only dancing lights remain.

I reccently had a dream in which I dreamt of going to a pink Las Vegas (or at least that is what my dream envisioned) with a childhood friend who I once had feelings for when she still lived nearby. In my dream I saw her with some other girl, it seemed as if they were in a relationship, when I saw them they were laughing against a golden wall. We were all in Golden Hotel staying together, I believe her mother was there as well. I tried my best to expand this world as much as possible and describe a fleeing love. I would have made it longer but I believe it says just about everything in these thirty words, thanks for reading.