JavidanArt

Its dark and hazy, legs don't seem to function as well as they should at 5am. Yet you continue to walk the ground, strewn with graffiti, chewing gum, bottle lids. Feeling the asphalt under your feet, you feel a thousand miles from home. Taking a long draw of the cigarette you lit up, you feel the smoke poison your body, choking everything with one Inhale. The world, a funny place most take it for granted, look around you, you see it's more than a word, but a living thing. The earth is still dark, it's quiet and still. The grass is wet from the morning dew; you take your coat off and lay down in it, feeling the coldness touch your skin, know