The lights go off...
T he lights go 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, distracted by the rush and noise of the world where I exist, something inexplicable that life had obscured, an aura, a secret, maybe even a soul. Their shadows seduce me and I start drifting off... staring at them as if I should have known, as if I should... Sign in to see full entry.