Haziness
As things lie down finally after a hailstorm, I walk in streets unfurled carefully for walking in rain soaked midnight light, I walk into the stillness forgotten over time, a thought of being born and raised to natural decay constantly haunting the footsteps, I gently push everything away as I swim through soft unending haziness where everything comes and everything goes in time, where stillness reflects the past years, stillness reflects the future years, and the heaviness in human heart remains, since there is no consolation for being born, since there is nothing but walking into haziness, and never quite walking out of it.