jakoshadios

Mist, dampness of the early morning...still dark. The Lights at the intersection build flashes of green and red halos down two different paths.  Still awake, smoking to pass the time a howl in the distance is it a dog or a owl cannot tell anymore the sound barriers they built deprive me of my normal sense of things, no one around, puff with a abnormal ring, normally this street is so busy, so eager to send one down a path were they never know where they will arrive..if at all. and here I smoke to keep myself awake and away from the ever going mill... the never ending cycle of those so willing to throw it all away. To launch themselves unwitti