THE DAY: September 8th, 2007
THE TIME: 6:23 PM
These days the sun tauntingly sinks,
Sprawling herself provocatively across the mountains,
Flashing vivid colors from within her organs.
Underneath, I walk monochrome.
Barely let in by the air, I float home.
Time squeezes and sneaks through hidden alleyways.
I spin the night. I shake the hours.
Stretching in and out of stale corners, I try to wake the moments that surround me.
But nothing reaches.
I am waiting.