It’s a unique view…night paints the world into discontinuance and only the flashing lights bring you into focus. You’re standing at the edge of cold pavement, your arms drawn up as you try and keep yourself from bursting. You’re watching a slide show of the one that brought it all to you. Knowing you are losing something that cannot be replaced. Even if you tried it would just make you want it back even more. The wound is being cut… you are realizing that it is lost.
Observation: Life 