Hussamooart

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