Angels, Demons and a Leftover

The door closed behind me With a sharp, curious noise I was looking bluntly…. Actually, looking for nothing. Conversations, simple, formal Some cliched paperwork… I was feeling sleepy, kind of numb Racing thoughts, awkward silence. Window glasses, scattered raindrops, An epic view of an off-peak outside world…. Where, at night, the street lights create an illusion, A very mystic dream of life. Beautiful faces, smiling, inspiring… Through a gradual sense of solitude, loneliness. In poems and prayers; in pieces of personal notes… In songs of angels, demons and a leftover.