There are no lights here…
Really, it shows.
Under the banner.
How can you tell when it’s safe to go outside?
Oh, how you mock me, so.
Right up until the moment we’ve yet to meet.
Call me old-fashioned.
Or kill me, dead.
Never to feel the pervasive harsh tones of reality
Stick me, properly or not at all.
End the question where it starts.
Unless you’ve another means to rally the spirit.
Ever the optimist.
Never the realist.
Close the frayed edges.
Everything looks pitch from here.
Sleeping amidst the wreckage.
I missed this. [vL].