These Hazy Days

The Streets Are Dark

The streets are dark around me now and I don't know why.

There's just such an absence.

It's not exactly weightless, but it isn't heavy on me either.

It's a pressure inside my body and it hurts.

It's like sharp rain in my eyes when I look up.

I don't know.

I turn my gaze and look at the road instead.

The lights of the houses are all out, and there's water at my feet.

The water's luminescent in the moon's light.

White wavers weakly there.

I don't feel enough to describe it.

I walk while I'm on the brink of tears, and along the brink of dawn.