“black suit that is drenched with the sky’s tears. His footsteps splash on the cold, hard ground as he staggers down the center yellow line of the city street. It is night and, although tall glass-encased buildings fill the metropolis… — Jonathan Sturak Copy Share Image
Dark stars were shooting lights and the drenched sky was a pitchy sea,drowning deep I was looking to see-if you were with me,and the loneliness reminded me where the sun and the blue had gone — Ganda Wickliffe Copy Share Image
