Literature
...
we let the streetlamps light
our way
home,
because we're
afraid
to have to imagine
the roads ahead
in
our
own
heads.
well, i
i let my
mind wander
beyond the lights and
through
the back alleys,to stretch its own limits;
realities, of
fear.
[into the dark, into the night.
in tenebris,in noctem]
