Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

She could never understand why creatures of darkness had the slightest interest in spineless human girls.

The night creeps in by subtle degrees while a show of fierce colors attracts and distracts me. I look up, suddenly aware of remote lights scattered overhead. I gasp as the last streak of fire dies on the horizon, and I comprehend it all too late. That crafty, dark night has swallowed my world whole.

Shape? Does a fog have shape? Does the twilight? Does the onset of darkness?

The twilight seems invidious.It simply can__ let the sun hide away when darkness is just another name for night..

My eyes always keep searching,for something inexpressible,above the far away sky.I long to get lost,inside the evening-twilight.Silence always tickles me __n a strange way;I meet __e__n the time between sunset and darkness.