if people meant to walk backwards they would be born with totoes at their heels..
shadows hidden in the dark and only exposed by moon light. creatures lurking in the dark among the living the hard working do it by the books
type of people. they linger. stalk and pray waiting for their next fix
were at a stand still . a point in which 2 worlds collided. and the hard worker
now needs his fix. he will do everything and anything to feel that feeling once
more. the speedy heartbeat and wondering mind taking him
the creatures they lurk. only visible to those who chose to
adventure out. to see what its really like out there. meow and i'll just
be a kitty lurking in the shadows.
sounds and people collide at a single, blue typewriter. busy, busy, busbusy. they stop. the ringtones stop. the buzzing, tweeting, chiming finally silent. the music fades into the sound of the keys, echoing the beat of the city. silence.