Lueei

The sky turns to grey as the sun goes down, wrapping a blanket around our sleepy town. I stuff my hands in my pockets and as I go for a walk, I wonder what the walls would say if they could only talk. Behind closed curtains is a world that we don't get to see. A world of quiet crying and hidden poverty. Violence, despair and empty bottles on the floor, there's no room for dreaming anymore. I close my eyes as I walk in the rain, hide myself from reflections that will mirror my pain. Just a shadow of society hiding away, hoping to catch the sun one day. Behind closed curtains it is always easy to pretend, that troubles don't exist and that y