llarke
I am on an intersection, cars just streak right past me and I stand still. Sun down, another day's end. Getting dark means more lights on the road. I see them; I see colors, and yet, I see darkness. Looking at a distance, the ray of light becomes a blur and at my own pace, I feel a slow-moving time. I watch everything in motion, the movements, I can almost touch; like I could catch up if I just concentrate. The rush hours seem almost like it doesn't exist. Everything becomes its own normal. And it stayed that way for a little longer.
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