I sat on the aged, wooden chair 

An orange-yellowish color 

spread all over the mighty sky
I played my favorite music

in my cheap earphones 

watching the city lights 

sparkle and glow in the dark

while a group of proud girls
passed by
expensive clothes, beautiful watches 

Glowing
their heads held high 

eyes right at me 

Looks exchanged.

now even the music doesn’t seem pleasant 

considering myself the Darkness
alone I sit on the aged, wooden chair 

invisible flashbacks hitting me harder.