385th Post

In the silence of the night.

A servant of darkness.

I prowl the silent streets.

Was I in search of a victim to feed on?

Or was I merely contemplating?

Or was it because of the peace that the night brings?

For those who are grieving.

May you find peace soon.

They say time heals all wounds.

But yet.

Does it truly heal or wounds it further?

Was it because you chose to close it?

But in the end.

Scars are sometimes re-opened because of memories.

Or visitation of places past.

I bid thee.

May thoust find thy peace soon.