Here I am in the middle of the neighborhood, staring at the empty black sky with the stars freckled like dying fireflies. Staring at the Dark motionless
graves amazed, while the graves staring at me with black wonder. Some broken old graves seemed sitting down, bored. However, some graves that were not very old stood there staring down at me. They seemed moving with the shadows that are caused by the blinking street light pole.
The shadows were whispering emotions, as if they were inviting me to join them, as they danced around with joy. As if the street light pole was making music, with its rhythmic blinking.
The satellite dish standing there with pride saying that whatever humans do it will not lose its dignity. It also blocked the shadows from reaching me, preventing them from reaching to my feelings, stopping them from crossing their boundary
On the other side of the roof there were some cracked graves that seemed like they were crying, giving the chills to whom watching. They were hiding in the shadows, they looked like victims of the shadows