And then it's late again. Weekend ending, mornings drawing near, topics of the busy hours resurfacing. Night as an option, dreams as a promise, memories stuck somewhere in between. Across the street it's a late dinner today as well, and a cigarette near the open kitchen window. The evenings and the silent skies. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening blues #late weekend

Marga Xeyat Ⓐ hat dies geteilt.