Night Choir
Night choir,
Songstresses of the dark,
Serenade with your warm melodies.
Soothing screech,
Piercing hum,
Smooth vibrato,
Harmonize with the lights—
Twinkle, fade.
Entry 2: Can't help pulling over halfway to a job just to take in the scenery. Night City fills me with peace when I least expect it.
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it’s three-thirty in the morning, that’s a bad time to talk about should-haves and would-haves - needful things
« we all had some coffee. after that i don’t know any more. the night passed. » - the stranger
and he sat at the oncologist waiting room as life dimmed outside
dear mr sandman… …
🪦🥀📽
“we must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest,”
Had to share this @WeHeartIt http://weheartit.com/entry/245054508
“You’re not tied up, here comes the train
the tracks feel safe because you know ‘em
And if you stay it’s going to hurt much worse
you’ll still be left behind…”
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Funeral by Tele Novella
Isn't it strange how the end of the world feels so familiar yet so surreal?
First attempt at drawing an aurora, then the file crashed 😅
3:19 AM What’s around me is sleep. What’s within me are thoughts dancing on songs I hate to hear.
3:20 AM now And I’m done with this prose— or to put it right, I’m done with this observation.