Vespertine

The long stretch of a concrete street; with yellow markers as bright as the sun; No neon

vapor motorists, or brightly colored clowns.

And investments & Vespers; some. The lonely

call of destiny to yet be fulfilled. I'd rather not torture myself. I'd rather be one badass singular fool, than be attached to someone;  who thinks he is one. I'm breaking the rules.

I'm breaking the silence till there is one to love. I'd rather be one badass singular fool,

Than be attached to someone; who thinks he is one.