little–stitious:

These days, my life, I feel it has no purpose,
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface.
‘Cause on the suburbs the city lights shine,
They’re calling at me, ‘come and find your kind.’

[image desc: (1) “no sleep” graffitied on a black wall below a white fluorescent light in a darkened street.
(2) a purple lit photograph of a stairwell with white writing on the glass door leading to it.
(3) a blue-lit view though a glass ceiling of high rise buildings extending upwards.
(4) a rainy street with a red neon sign reading “Motel” on the side up it, below a grey and dark blue cloudy sky.
(5) a blue neon sign reading “espiritista” above a red neon hand and white neon moon and stars.
(6) a person walking past a shop window containing multiple neon signs reading “hoorah”; “Cigars”; “smoke”; “glass pipes”; “smoke shop”.
(7) a red light bulb lighting a brick wall.
(8) a turquoise-lit building with a sign reading “tickets” / 1 2 3 4 5".
(9) a narrow grey alley with a turquoise light at the end of it.]