I find myself avertedly stuck in a pit of lonely. The waning moon cutting a crescent in the sky, seemed to be cutting a crescent in my soul.
I sat sprawled out on the steps, of yet another abandoned house i have claimed lazily dragging on a cigarette. i couldn’t help but wonder if someone would come through and pull me out of this pit.
i flicked the ashes off the end of my cigarette, i watched the embers burning a cherry red. It always seemed to be the same.
i laughed humorously under my breath ” we are brought into this world by another just to die like the flame” i sighed. i took one last drag and flicked it away from me. “i need a life”
i labored as an old man back up the steps as my depression pulled me back into the house.