Late motions collect on the views of so little movement, but when the twilight falls even though shade is vacant on the vocation of words..
Every movement is a stepping stone on the creation of creativity that wonders blind, But sees more than when the shimmers of daylight plague the motions of unseen eyes and everything is static
till wandering nightfall plays its games its games on the fluid of darkness. Everything breathes clearer when luminosity doesn't suffocate it with brightness..