Something or the Other

I like walking
on dusty roads,
under dim yellow lights.
When twilight hits the spot
between days and nights
I listen to long lost melodies
and songs which remind me of things.
People.
Things.
Things about people.
It's so breezy today, so beautiful.
I can't stop thinking about people, things.
How I wish I could.

I like walking
on darkened roads
full of dry earthy leaves
with holes in them
in a wooly jacket that's seen better days.
I like the cold, but hate the chill
that runs down my spine
every time the clockwork reverses
on its own gears.
I hate it.

But I like walking
down winding streets
and narrow alleyways
and find corners
within corners
and hide myself
and people
and things
and I sit with them
once a day, twice a day, hundreds of times
under dim yellow lights.
When twilight hits
I sit with them
and strangle them
and nurture them
and think of things
and people
and things, people, things, people, things.
People.

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