time slows down. the last drops of the sun creep in through closed windows. dust particles dance in slits of golden light.
twirling. jumping. floating. glowing.
shadows dance through the music notes where i find my rest. they are painted with the last streams of daylight. an empty chair rests in the corner, soaking in the last ounces of warmth. it was empty all day. it will be empty all night. it will be empty tomorrow. evening is its only friend. evening brings the only light that touches it. and then in a moment, evening is gone.
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