On nights so dark I feel alone in search for light
that can show me a path I should follow without
any fear; to blindly follow like a beacon in the night.
This twilight I heard a hollowing of noise destined
to reach the moons eerie red glow across the horizon
but still I doubt she'll return to me any time soon.
I met this man in a park once who was frozen
still like a photograph or a frame in some kind
of ancient black and white film or something
similar. When I asked what was wrong his eyes didn't
blink or show any sign of comprehension to my question.
*in progress*
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