a silent knock.

I have driven across all four quadrants of the city trying to escape this territory of rumination but to no avail.

The evening bequeaths upon me anchors and chains, fixating my inner gaze on repressed emotions. As the sun kisses the horizon, the flickering light in my heart begins to burn out. My head hangs heavy as my knees drop to the earth. It's time, isn't it? I helplessly welcome back the big black dog that has been silently knocking on the other side of our door.