The dimming light of all cascades over the midday sun as all the living things revel in it. The heat makes them dance, one to another,loving and dying in the hands of fate. They live fiery lives, always,as they take to the sky. In risk of life and limb, on unknown roads taken, urged on by the solitary darkness of genius and hate, they live,they thrive. On the outer rings of infinite possibilities, the outlier riffraff of cold dead souls, with darkened spirits where the light doesn't clear the skies, look on as the numbness takes them. Floating in the abyss of nothingness, they skate by with the current , cosmic weeds embalming their wretched selves as color leaves their eyes, they look down in single file and walk into darkness. kyalo.