Walking down the street, streetlights flickering off and on. I stay to the shadows watching all around. Night seems to be the only time i can sense peace of quite in my thoughts. Trapped inside those thoughts wander and consume who I am, Drowning me in the sins that never happened. So outside in the Dark air around me, my head stays clear. A group of people gathered outside a bar, talking , joking as they are free. I open the door as i walk past them and sit at the bar. "Double shot of Jim chilled", I sat there with the glass listening to all around me. I down the drink, left the money on the bar and left. A old cemetery is nearby. walking there wishing the liquor would stay in my system. I stroll, Looking. "Adam Benjamin Nickols, 1967-2001" I touched the tombstone as if i knew him. He died young, as sat with and talked to Adam, the sunrise interrupted, Off to the house I go.
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