Nighttime

I walked through an empty lot noticing the depression of time; street lamps flickering within the subtle breeze of the late evening. My hands were numb from the cold and ash; these pockets lost their warmth. The sky forgot to welcome the moon; it’s light lost behind the indigo clouds. Something touched my face, the moist drops of condensation; the nighttime mist upon this abrasive skin. … Continue reading Nighttime