Dusk over Paradise
Alone, at a balcony, far above thousands. Hearing the endless hymns of people, cars, and life in a metropolitan area.
A forest of ineptitude nature. False plastic lives all too similar to her own. The sun rose hours ago and now it's waning behind some tycoons tower of babel. She hated that it was there. If it wasn't there the dark, the night blighted in dark thoughts, wouldn't come so soon and it wouldn't leave too late.