@Clintbling 17 September 2020

Peace Of The Piece

The stars looked beautiful outside; more beautiful than all deemed fit times I'd look through my telescope to perceive a serenity millions of years above. So I stumbled away from his ribside and trod through a half lit corridor- thirsting over an obsession I have grown to worship. In the dark, my hands rummaged through a fraction of debris that lied about this trashed home seeking a piece of paper onto which my piece would find peace. A pen was somewhere on a wooden stool, diddling through the emptiness of belonging to him probably dancing the night off alongside currents that found their way through broken glass windows he had struck while drunk. So, I began writing until the night's was all told- with pen on paper. _Day challenge 81_ _Theme: Pen and Paper_