A man who walks across the road, no shadow accompanying him, just some empty pages where the artist will be at work. Another man walking behind him, trying to trace each footstep falls short of the crossroad and finds himself alone again. Man all dressed in black stepping on the fallen rain and sees the splashing and recalls an earlier time when he was younger and free from any rules. Man with the shadow is leading the pace, heading for a closed door in a foreign place. He knows the code, he has the key, what's awaiting him on the other side is whats frightening. Farewell Carissa, farewell my time… Wasted too much of it now it's all used up… Like an hourglass it's all fallen below and now it's time for me to go... #bloggerlife #coffeeshots #coffeelover#ipreview #feedback #writtenwords #words #writerscommunity #bnw #originalInstagram

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