Music: Foo Fighters - The Deepest Blues and Black
Mood: Aggravated
…the rhythmic beating of the sole on cold concrete. I stopped to notice the inspiring silence around me, the night had wished to aspire to my solitude. The scattered yellow lights drew unsure portraits of the world. That was the cosmos then, not the sky above, but the minions of my domain. Like the antithesis of the sun, I emanated my differing shadows to breathe life upon the world - No! to breathe life upon myself. For that was the night of my dissolution. Hidden shadows of my mind, revealed to me my inescapable thoughts. So I sat down with the night and listened to our emptiness.
Mood: Aggravated
…the rhythmic beating of the sole on cold concrete. I stopped to notice the inspiring silence around me, the night had wished to aspire to my solitude. The scattered yellow lights drew unsure portraits of the world. That was the cosmos then, not the sky above, but the minions of my domain. Like the antithesis of the sun, I emanated my differing shadows to breathe life upon the world - No! to breathe life upon myself. For that was the night of my dissolution. Hidden shadows of my mind, revealed to me my inescapable thoughts. So I sat down with the night and listened to our emptiness.
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