In the Evening

No-one has anywhere to go this evening. They are lost inside of the wilderness, which is somewhere in the area of living. A dream explodes, it works its way into the consciousness, it tempts and it beguiles, it is lost in itself actually. Affection is on the periphery, waiting to play its part, it just stands there alone always, Angels sing and feelings meet them with some king of gratitude, the clock is on fire and it targets the one that it seeks. And nights have a habit of showing their darkness to the rest of the world. My eyes are open and I feel a sense of ignorance around me somewhere. It tries to work its way into me, but it is of course refused. And I spoke to ignorance and I tried to understand the reason for my expression, and it just seemed to stand there, staring at me, without a mind. And this mind seemed to think that it was related to me somehow, and I of course, turned from it, and I hope that I didn't treat it with any kind of cruelty, I was aiming to be kind, and I am not sure, that it worked.