the streets are wet & shining with the lights of the cars.
it was quiet.
;thoughts were too loud.
The only noise that is barely audible is the light sound of drizzle.
The air has a bit of chill in it.
its dark.
but everything is still visible.
in the distance, you can only make out silhouettes;
shadows of people prowling through the streets.
you look up at the sky, viewing all the stars.
Watching the grey clouds glide over the moons light.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
the streets are wet & shining with the lights of the cars.
it was quiet.
;thoughts were too loud.
The only noise that is barely audible is the light sound of drizzle.
The air has a bit of chill in it.
its dark.
but everything is still visible.
in the distance, you can only make out silhouettes;
shadows of people prowling through the streets.
you look up at the sky, viewing all the stars.
Watching the grey clouds glide over the moons light.
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