Again, the day has come to an end, Night has emerged.
Once again darkness has taken all over the place, the energetic morning had turned into solemn evening, the winds are calm, people are tired and the ambiance is gloomy.
Such a not so satisfying sound. People walk, some rode the bus, but both are looking forward to coming home.
As I walk through my way home, I make music through the stamps of feet and vehicles passing by. Peoples walk by through don't seem to be happy. Who knows? Some of them might be suicidal already.
Different faces, different beings, different endurance of pain.
Some shed tears while others shed blood.
The streets I passed by, deafening silence lingers. My movements are synchronized by my shadows through the moonlight.
The street lights we're witnessing of how I solemnly walk with the people passing by without noticing me melancholy soul
Steps by steps, inches by inches. I'm slowly coming home.
I am expecting a warm hug from my mother or maybe a cuddle from my dog to ease some of my pain.
Home, I am home, but sometimes feels like I'm not. Like a foreigner to my own home.
Everything seems to compliment with the moon.
Everything looks gray!!
Every little thing looks gray!!
