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There seems to be silence within the serene night, yet those indoors have eternal cries of unspoken fright. One man drowns in chocolate, shamefully eying his hips, as the woman next door kisses the hundredth man’s lips. Two floors below, one screams out in pain, as fatal anger has won the game. The killer, shadowed, makes no remark, but watches the blood flow, immersed in his soul of eternal dark. Three doors across, an elderly man sits, rejected and broke, hiding his face with tendrils of smoke. His trusty cigarettes always at the ready, when his finances where never steady. Another flight down, a woman drowns in her agony sip by sip, her life seems to slip by like a commercial blip. Yet all she can think is that her marriage is on the brink. Before she fades into the night of another day, all she remembers is throwing her wedding ring away. Traveling down to the ground floor, the troubles seem to equal more. A woman tosses about in her anxious bed, while her worries do pirouettes in her head. Try to let the past and present go, but the future looms like a horror show. Outside, in the darkness, a piercing light shines as a moth flutters by, on the still air it climbs. It seems this beacon, as bright as the sun, new hope has just begun. The moth bangs itself against the glass, trying to reach glory at last. Yet no matter how much its antennae bend, or wings grow fragile and not able to mend, it seems like the only thing to do to deal with its feelings, old and new. Until it steps back and looks at the light realizing that harming itself won’t set anything right. With the last of its strength, ending its plight, the moth flies off into the night. At this moment, the man decides to rid his house of fat-packed glory, as the woman on the ground floor takes a deep breath, changing her story. The killer at large turns himself in, the end to his years of sin. The woman pours the bottles of wine down the drain, finally she can remember her name. The elderly man exhales his last puff of smoke, the grueling memories no longer prod and poke. And the woman kissing her hundredth man lets him go, heart no longer sinking in deadly quicksand. The light of dawn finally breaks, and the darkness of the mind no longer takes away from the people’s lives as the light of hope is now by their sides.
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