The Sunset Take the cars away, the roads, the street lamps. Take the windows and the doors of the old houses away. Take them all. Until you're left with beauty. The sunset, blazing round, lighting the sky with its orange glow. The sky, pale blue seeping into pale orange. The clouds hang like smoke, carved with ember, fire burning. The trees catch the fire and the leaves painted like a black sketch. Take the modern day away and the old with come through, and it might just be better.
Time And we waited, We waited until the siren called Echoing in the deathly air We waited until the sounds of the guns Clicking to the ready We saw the silence Waiting to be disrupted We heard the death And the silence after that We know the time is coming Time for our turn Our turn to see silence Our turn to hear death But we wait until the siren call Echoes in the deathly air We wait until the sound of guns Click to the ready We see the silence We hear the death And the silence after that We knew our time was coming Time for our turn Our turn to see silence Our turn to hear death We all knew We all saw We all heard The silence after the death.
“There are three ways you can get along with a girl: one, shut up and listen to what she has to say; two, tell her you like what she's wearing; and three, treat her to really good food...If you do all that and still don't get the results you want, better give up.” ― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman