The distant, dreary moan of all those nameless trucks
& the all-night drivers with their midnight coffee stains
Passing

Carapace

I walk between the shades of gray
as the pavement melts away
In summer heat between the shade
and the brilliance

I find myself unable to think about anything except one obsolete life. Tears begin to feel superiority over my mind and

Where do you go when you are lonely?

a white sand beach in winter....
cool sand....
gentle breeze...
the sound of waves gliding