Die Writing


Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on February 5, 2012

The city lights below spread out like the sea. There are so many lights below I can practically feel the warmth of the midnight oil. Why sleep on a night like this. The brisk air is clarity.

The day is filled with distractions, an endless myriad of needless minutiae. It is complicated, frustrating. The night is simple and inspiring. We take off our masks and put them next to work suits – at night, we come out as ourselves.

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