The lights seem to go on forever

in the spaces between waking souls

rising out of dreams of electric highways

all the roads of iron and silk

twisting together through the maze

A neverending flow deeper to the nexus

to the source of shadow and light

And all the voices cry out for a better way

as they cling to the nightmare edge

of a drop into screaming abyss

waiting for something still and quiet to take hold

and rend the walls of light

turn them blinding, then extinguished

Only a flame left burning in each heart

now letting go of the edge and finally falling

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Is it odd that I’m sometimes not sure if I enjoy or despise the feeling of nostalgia?

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My own photo, taken in Seattle, WA – Instagram @mitchel_ring if you feel like seeing more (: