Pages Gathering Dust

I walk and I walk. I can’t stop walking. I am by the pier. If you listen closely enough you can hear life coming from the water. The moon and stars are covered by the bright electric lights that rise into the sky- a blanket that keeps the face of heaven invisible but the world below awake. When looking up I can see a creation of the worlds future painted across the sky and the many people never resting just working to complete the painting.