ganja god
Bluelighter
The concrete skeleton of this prison echoes the faintest murmur. Staring at the obstruction of this cage offers the same answers to questions never asked. Forever one apart and one away. I can hear them outside on the street, divided by cold hard rock I catch pieces of their jovial banter. They laugh and bustle each day through. I sit under the tiny barred window and close my eyes and for a moment I am with them, laughing, listening. But by dusk the crowds disperse leaving the frost parched earth of twighlight in their wake. The moonlight floods the landscape and pours into my cell. Its silver shadow lights its way into me and I am reconciled. Suspended there in the vast empty sky it shines on. It cries its sad, beautiful song to the night and sings on for none to hear. None but I, and together we cry...
