Crossroads
September 17, 2007He sits in the darkness on top of the bed, back against the wall pondering the fate that awaits his life. The streetlamp reflects the mood inside the room, piercing the darkness with its dull, throbbing light. His hand with a cigarette rests on top of his knee, sending rivulets of smoke up towards the ceiling, hypnotic and psychedelic.
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