black was blacker...

it was a new day... but the afternoon was blacker than the nights. all dark... all black. the soot was blacker. the hands. the noise. the redness. the strike. the water. the horse. the horse shoe. everythin’. the old were still workin’ without any apparent purpose. the idea was to live. but the will don’t quite show up. the only energy left within the young was used to get angry. n’ emotions like a sneakin’ joke n’ a little submission to the lust still survived. still a mystery... well how did it survive? n’ those massive hands doin’ just one thing. day after day after day. probably spread upto an acre. black was blacker. it was all black.

       

it is pretty difficult to cross a busy street.