A solitary night

 The roads were silent, and my view was still. Nothing made movement or caused disturbance within the landscape that I had held my eyes to for the last hour as I sat there alone. A single lamp stood across from my shabby old apartment as its dim glow lit a two-metre radius. The rain drops twinkled as they dozed through the crisp air and drifted to the ground, laying softly in the dreams of the night. The high-speed winds and the stormy, rolling sky settled outside my build; there I was, tucked beneath a blanket. One car drove past at a snail pace as the house across the street slumped its frame into the tired night. It was all so still despite the storm that continued to roll on by. It was all so lonely, despite the mass of raindrops dancing in the winds and it was all so quiet, despite the sound of the windows rattling. All of that was all of me.

- Elizabeth Wood -