I walk the streets tonight and the faces I see are full of stress and an endless line of open guesses drawn across their faces like rainbows in the sky, spread-out like leaves in the sunlight yet frozen with fear like water during the winter cold.
So the streets are dead. The blasting music from the loud speakers that used to be are replaced by hums and signal-coughs and hisses and I am forced to wonder what happened to the kisses and moans and songs that once rules the streets.
Now, here I am, under the moonlight. The stars watch me with longing eyes, but the first rays of sunlight in the morning bring my dreams to book like a criminal of thought. One question I cannot answer: