the streets
the echoe silence of a noise engaged in distant locations where eye is devoided of sight
make your heart jump
the absolute forsaken steps to an unknown path the walk to an unknown route no matter how familiar
the light fading n you are still on the streets
then all is alarmed and you realise that darkness brings out darkness within
and those who act on it make the streets a forsaken place to be in
walking home from home
n the streets and paths were my companion
nature beautiful in the light of day yet when setted sun hides the visible the walk no more is what you left home to experience
i see yet what i witness is but a glimpse of what the streets hold for those who choose to camp there.
A camping experience my insides would not accept n my outsides would repell so before sun sets i take my foot in familiar n known...the place they left to return to...
HOME.
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