watching you from the alleyways

really though i just live like this. mid-atlantic vibes y'know

[streetlight-suggest]

The snowflakes drift ifly through the empty streets, the one traffic light in town glowing eerily for miles in the hazy conditions, you see yourself in the distance, you see several, They are not your friends, they are not you, the streetlights know who they are, and they search for your bones.

[wordsyettocome]

When the harsh sun recedes, copies of you emerge from their hiding places, away from the light that could dissolve them like mist. Snow is no barrier to them, and neither are moonbeams.

They seek to snuff out any warmth that exists. They seek to strip your bones and leave you as cold as they are.

[streetlight-suggest]

The street lamp overhead washes the immediate, snowy vicinty around you in orange light, flakes individually illuminated as they fall within range. The sky is a hazey orange to match, suprisingly bright for one in the morning, as per usual with the snow. The intersection in front of you is calm, although despite this, the stoplight continues it's usual job of directing the now-missing traffic. It's a unique feeling, to be in this setting, but it fails to overshadow the wintertime anxiety of yours that somewhere, something is watching you

[cecut]

houses and bodies they all rot the same

[streetlight-suggest]

These walls are crumbling-sick with rot.

[streetlight-suggest]

WAKE UP BRO

AHHHHH

[fractalsuggestions]

If only you could live another story.

[streetlight-suggest]

If only you could know the stories of the past.

[deadman-suggestions]

see the clouds and know that i am coming. you never know if it’ll be you

[arsonsuggestions]

see the fire and know that i am burning. you never know if it’s your fault

[fractalsuggestions]

see the window and know that i am wandering. you never know if it’s an exit

[streetlight-suggest]

see the glass and dust and debris and know that i was once here. you never know what may have come before.

[robertcapajpg]

foggy nights in suburbia

[cheetah-reblogs-shit]

@streetlight-suggest

[liminalwurld-deactivated2023070]

some more :-)

[midwinterdream]

[deadman-suggestions]

hell is your room in the dead of night and forgotten lyrics to songs that once felt like our entire soul

[trailertrashsuggestions]

hell is wandering the trailer park at one in the morning with a cold can of ginger ale in your hand and no shoes on, staring into the trees and getting this strange notion that something is dragging you in. 

[corvid-suggestions]

Hell is sitting on the fire escape stairs and filling your body with poison while remembering how many friends you’ve pushed away.

[scatteredsuggestion]

Hell is looking into the eyes of those you care about and realizing they’ve always been that cold.

[fractalsuggestions]

Hell is feeling your body and mind and self twist away from each other and being helpless to stop it, pacing beneath starful sky.

[streetlight-suggest]

Hell is the virtually landlocked feeling of being stuck in one place, of being tied down, with nowhere to go and nothing to see besides the same three places over and over and over again.

[www-myhomepage-com]

[cheetah-reblogs-shit]

@streetlight-suggest

[comfort-care]

[cheetah-reblogs-shit]

@streetlight-suggest

[streetlight-suggest]

The clouds hang low and the buildings stretch high, obscured and obscuring.

Your footsteps echo quietly, no noise in this vast cityscape to drown it out. There is no one here but you, as far as you can tell.

It doesn't look right. Or feel right.

Your memory feels a bit fuzzy. You don't know where you are or how you got here.

[brokenightlight]

[thaumatological]

got trapped in a very ominous apartment building the other day

[cheetah-reblogs-shit]

@streetlight-suggest

[necrosadistic-deactivated202009]