Night Time

It gets worse as the day starts to end, when even the birds decide that it’s late and return to their nests. That feeling of lust and the generosity that the day has distributed, are diminished by the oncoming darkness of the moon; making appear dimmer and darker. No longer are the shopping streets overcrowded with tourists, shopaholics and the occasional spouse that is desperately looking for a present for his beloved. Only a few remain, struggling with their already large stacks of bags to venture through the last few stores. On the road, traffic dims down tremendously, where also only the last few vehicles prevail, delivering the final meals to families too lazy to cook. Everyone else is home bound, longing for that cozy and warm feeling that spreads throughout one’s haven. 

That leaves me. 

Only me; all by myself.

And it’s dreadful as the voices get louder and harder to fight off.

I have no one to talk to, left alone on an empty road, with dimming lights and nothing but a few meager unidentifiable small creatures.

It could be worse, couldn’t it?