( old monochrome full memories and pictures the past miss those times. )
writing in black ink full of stories from the past, the book lying on the old table writes its own story in the past. walking slowly at night, seeing loneliness.


                             @username..?
                                                                                                                                        

                
 (’darkness and loneliness.) 📷
 In the middle of the night that
 was only ridiculed by the moon
 and a shining star, hot tea.

 carry one blank sheet and pen
 that has been filled with black
 ink to write at midnight which
 has a quiet atmosphere ... ✱

   writing stories in memories on
   an empty sheet writing calmly
   wearing a black pen that night.

 📼 Remembering   |   Memories.
 In Every Memory There Must Be A
 Story And In Every Story There Must
 Be A Memory——“Dark Midnight”.
                                                                                

                                                                                                
             The wind at night,  brings a
             memory from the past that
             comes back to the present.

  (Inked-Midnight!)

  Memories written in books, now
  the books are dusty as if to indicate
  that they will not be repeated.

  @OscarB4 ; Missing.

          This is the time to open a new
          page for life, not depending on
          the past, still living an uncertain
          life. Written letter, long life.

  Poems from the past that are still
  remembered  until  now,  beautiful
  vocabulary  the  heart  feels  calm
    “me and the sky full of stories.”
                                                                                                  

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𖤅. HEAVEN───BACK )
          “not seen, not felt, missing“

imagined the dark night, which is silent. lonely, silent, only crazy sentences; she said ⭖ heaven──&,     back the residence is so chic, like heaven on earth

            ▸ [ E, 1988 : ⓘ. @OscarB4 ]
          
         Isn't it exciting, living
         where you can't
         be seen, can't be tasted
         he said this is heaven
         left behind by the times

                    ••• 

contained within, there is no escaping it. the form of darkness is inherent, and its high point  is at the top of the temporary conversation. how the place sounded, in the distant city.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ| ㅤ..  chasing the darkness
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ smothered flickering streetlights
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthat never come to slumber
ㅤㅤㅤㅤdive down into the darkness
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
hollow night absorbed into darkness lurking in the city’s heart so the lights danced in shadows, faintly in a rushing heartbeat. asphalt scratches every open line on the body, stories with newfound of meanings.

                                                                                                                    
      ❲ DISINGINEOUS ── I. ❳ 𖨯
 ⎈. Tranquil ᛨ: Shivering..? Bogus
       Darkness  ('───) 𖨤. Men:tal

       |  Deafening Noise Caught
       |  During Tranquil Arrives. 🂺
       |  Gloom Embraces Among
       |  Urban (.Center 𖠎 Straight.)

         I. ──────── 𖠪
  Grueling Fingers Understand
           .Legend ⎈ Heroes.