my back hits the concrete cold to the nerves, the clouds sketch black and white photographs onto the blanket of grey that rests above me, content lying here i feel so small one moment of rest, one moment of silence, one moment of peace, with life on mute time passes by so fast back to reason, yet unable to compute the equation. a silhouette of what came before lies beside me whispering crows into the night disrupting the cumulus at work. one moment of rest, one moment of silence.
