Like a picture from a movie When surroundings feel so groovy Shine of bottles on the shelves Bar feels polished by house elves Gentleman who

The den of fiction writer, poetry maker and magic enthusiast.
Like a picture from a movie When surroundings feel so groovy Shine of bottles on the shelves Bar feels polished by house elves Gentleman who
Faint strokes of brush catch the ear So delicate, so easily to disappear Then there’s shuffle of soft socks on the floor The owner of
Daily pushing on their buttons Checking how will act the gluttons Seeing their reactions first Holding laughter, watering “thirst” Every day the pressures dropping Just
Ah, the smell of concrete after rain The silence of the last refrain The empty streets and broken houses The smell of cigarette in ounces
I make a step, and then another one Legs tired, feet bleeding As demons keep feeding On my leftover arm On concrete slabs As pain
Could not compare it to anything in life. Each step made was heavy, like the land itself was pulling on you, like gravity intensified. The