Static.

Of prolonged night stays where i let my conscience roam free to explore the tranquil of the latter evening.Refraining from the notion that the permanency of this desolation will embitter every speck of vivacity.


Revoked of my sight,
this place have grown hazy,
and familiar faces has turned misty,
im searching and searching with all my might.

These words falter,
These limbs  rendered obsolete,
These four walls witnessed your string of contrived simper,
These verbalizations are meticulously drafted.

Aching for the rawness of yesteryear,
where adolescence reigned,
and we were absent of fear,
where not a speck of elation was feigned.

Navigating through the empty roads,
With the windows rolled down,
Where my tresses swiftly sway in the icy evening breeze,
expletives casually thrown,
and your guffaws kept me at ease.