He draws himself into his black trench coat, the wind bites his nose. Light enters his eyes, hesitates there, and moves along to enter the next person's eyes.
She wonders why so many people spit their flavorless bubble gum onto the sidewalk when they could use a trash can. The light moves on.
He loses himself between his headphones. He wants to scream and create a social renaissance. The light moves on.
The light enters his eyes as he stares at the strippers in front of him, full of youthful lust, he sips his whiskey, and so it moves on again.
She carries her groceries in the house, sets them on the table, and watches the news, her son is in Iraq. On it moves.
He stands outside, braving the cold wind, introverted and enjoying the lovely weather. The light takes a break, sits down on a couch for a cup of tea; and his eyes are illuminated for everyone to see.
She wonders why so many people spit their flavorless bubble gum onto the sidewalk when they could use a trash can. The light moves on.
He loses himself between his headphones. He wants to scream and create a social renaissance. The light moves on.
The light enters his eyes as he stares at the strippers in front of him, full of youthful lust, he sips his whiskey, and so it moves on again.
She carries her groceries in the house, sets them on the table, and watches the news, her son is in Iraq. On it moves.
He stands outside, braving the cold wind, introverted and enjoying the lovely weather. The light takes a break, sits down on a couch for a cup of tea; and his eyes are illuminated for everyone to see.
luxe:
reminds me of aday in my world.
rickroyal:
Restless, curious, a hint of exhaustion. More play with light and dark. I enjoy the concept of illumination.