Tidal waves.
Slow and steady...
The low light flickers,
And foreshadows the words I write,
Of boredom, of nothingness.
The dogs licking around their scars,
So open, so under the stars.

Tidal waves,
Dirts carried by the flow.
Like a pure mind, flown into sidetracks.
This is not a nature observation,
Whether it may seem like it.

This is a scenario of void lives, jolly faces.
Takeaway stories in the dim light,
Smeared ink in the gone shadows,
This is not another rant of loneliness.

Just another usual night,
With a blank duration, void faces.
Just another boredom.