Careful Not to Fall
Broken sunsets fall like January’s showers, an undecipherable saturation in colours diluted to grey. Heavy hearts and faded smiles collapsed liked untethered puppets, discarded and alone, another velvet evening that seemed to wash away. The streets looked narrower than they did before, crumbling concrete houses and cardboard cut-out faces, line winding paths that fade to dust. I felt disconnected, that moment paused forever, without intention and without hope, bitterly emphasised, depressingly revoked. Time never felt so weighted as it did that day, standing on another isolated ledge, looking downwards for reassurance, finding nothing, nothing but myself.