A ghost town.
I can't describe it any other way.
The street lights are still glowing even though the sidewalk hasn't kissed the feet of anyone that wasn't just passing through in a while.
I don't know how to draw it out as anything other than abandonment.
The only one left is me, and I am not the best company to the hollow hallways and broken buildings that were left to fend for themselves.
Trust me.
I'm trying to describe it the best I can, but I have no idea how to portray the quiet of an empty home.
This ******* town is full of people, but I'm the only one.
I'm the only one who writes eulogies for the ones that are just passing through.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
A ghost town.
I can't describe it any other way.
The street lights are still glowing even though the sidewalk hasn't kissed the feet of anyone that wasn't just passing through in a while.
I don't know how to draw it out as anything other than abandonment.
The only one left is me, and I am not the best company to the hollow hallways and broken buildings that were left to fend for themselves.
Trust me.
I'm trying to describe it the best I can, but I have no idea how to portray the quiet of an empty home.
This ******* town is full of people, but I'm the only one.
I'm the only one who writes eulogies for the ones that are just passing through.
