The moon was orange,
hovering there in the east,
chewing on buildings.
[daily log: walking, 8.5km]
The moon was orange,
hovering there in the east,
chewing on buildings.
[daily log: walking, 8.5km]
Sleep
is strange,
since each night
we surrender
to the brain's stoppage,
as if it's protesting
the fruitless hours of doubting,
and has decided to walk out,
leaving us alone with our body.