the evening is my favorite time to exist really, you can find so many reasons to live if you just insist try to breathe in the clear air, exhale the smoke of a filled day holding on is what I want you to do at this point, please just stay
Honeycombs of light ****** themselves into being in metro fields. Children cross the lush to skip stones at the dead fence as night assembles itself into spaces and stars.
Day falls away like a skin, beneath conquering belts of milk that separate from a lidless emptiness. Silver subway trains gleam in their charcoal tunnels. Apart from all of it is a chalk morsel moon.
Sometimes you are the thrown stone sinking down to post & sometimes you are the star wheeling off tether.
Rain;eventide Ever so slow, a drizzle Misty leaves,drenched earth Shaded yard, wet stones... Quietly, I snuck out into the evening Broken slippers,potted plants, One abloom;fragrant white flowers Below ashen skies.
Every one is celebrating, enjoying the festive evening with drinks in each hands. Fireworks and lanterns made this season much more special. While i celebrate this night, with my blankets on and tears on my cheeks.
Every one is celebrating while I'm silently dying.
