As the sun goes off...
T he sun goes off. A sleepy darkness envelopes all. Little by little as my eyes adjust, things that were familiar before take on mystic qualities, they look different they glow, as if they possessed something within, something I had missed, Their shadows seduce me and I start drinking in the softness of their blurred shapes, as the light from within them dissolves into night, My mind takes flight, fueled by the surreal ambiance of the dark. I feel myself melting, diffusing into a dream filled... Sign in to see full entry.