Craving the words below the surface of reality, I tried to perceive the charisma. Envy, anxiety, sorrow and anger laid above the reality I craved. Tears veiled around the street with a forgery of laughter and smiles. Scribbling through lives and inking it socially, making it contrast. Curtains pulled to cover negativity. Doors shut to wedge fear. Windows down to avoid humanity.
Searching for a dark stone when the light has rested, souls had an accord with lust. Diet determined with paper and thirst quenched with sweat, clock did not gave its way to the travellers. For the good they did they got no mercy whatsoever.