Not everyone has the heart to kiss the 'neon'.

Neon that seeps deep into the brittle tubes of blinking boards and adorns the shadiest of alleys with pretty hues. Neon that sneaks through the slightest of cracks in the crumpled night like stars sewn across the dark sky. Neon that resides in the depth of my restless soul. Neon that has the guts to turn me on.

Not everyone has the heart to caress the 'neon'.

Neon that floats in the night air on the wings of ecstasy. Neon that whispers madness in the core of lost souls. Neon that belongs to the birds of the dark. Neon that is pretty homeless but has the nerve to look me in the eye and smile drunkenly before whispering, 'bring it on'.

Not everyone has the heart to embrace the 'neon'.

Neon that touches the essence of chaos yet survives miraculously. Neon that harbours an element of fear for the innocent grandfolks. Neon that gets young blood addicted to the taste of elysian darkness and makes them forget the love of the dawn. Neon that is a mess itself but still has the heart to never leave you alone.

Not everyone has the heart to be the 'neon'.

Neon.
That is myself to the end of my bone.