good ol' mob shoot investigation

....Its another night with the low hum of a fan. it cools the glow. my imagination thumps like the noir scene; footsteps i hear. it's a dark new york night here. cigarette smoke lingers in the air and every sound reverberates for seconds. the bright moon speaks the language of romance and i hear the wind's cryptic howling. it speaks of placement. all the colors that burst into your perfect fantasy. i live in between these moments. my hopes. vivid and bleeding at their seems. gushing art. Every detail crafted to perfect. to take your breath away. to take your mind away. The long trench coats and low hats, sleek cars, adventure,passion. the colors of this place. it's sights and sounds are the closest i've never heard to heaven. My heaven, of course, comes etched with the most intelligent form of a woman my mind can stretch. my mind pains all her details. she breathes here. She out wits me. I'm in love with this apparition. i cherish this vision. it keeps the truth from killing me.