where do you go when you haf absolutely nothing with you except for the clothes on your back?

its been a long time since i last sat on the stairs to think long and hard. time is slipping thro my fingers. i've grown up, but perhaps ive lost parts of myself along the way.

the tiles on the ground, bathed in a pale orange glow, is strangely captivating.

the birds are flying home for dinner. i watch the sky grow dark and darker. the darkness creeps towards my heart and swallows it whole.

in the silence of the night.