Find Me On West Fifth Street
I find myself often gravitating towards the light.
Not the light before the heavenly gates,
But to the city.
A light place.
Where the sun bounces off the bricks,
And onto those on the streets.
Where I can roam freely,
On West Fifth Street.
No matter how dark I dress,
Nor amount of holes in my jeans,
Are made up because of my address.
And the fact that the sun still gleams.
It’s full of surprises.
You can find me on West Fifth Street.
The same time the sun rises.
Model: Ryley @ Maggie Inc. (@ryleyladd)