the evening ‘thing’…

THANK GOD
every day ENDS with an evening.

i just step into another shelter
AS THE NIGHT FALLS JUST PERFECTLY.

the smell of a hard day comes out strongly.

i enjoy it anyway.
many faces light up the evening.
local music plays LOUDLY
along with the BEAT of laughter.

THERE IS NO WINE BUT THICK STEAMY TEA IN SIMPLE CUPS.

some people say that
THE EVENING IS A SIGN TO REST.
YET OTHERS JUST DON’T BELIEVE IT.

they expect the sun to go down rapidly to be changed by darkness so they can pain it with
THOUSANDS OF LIGHTS ALONG THE STREET.

IT’S A HEARTBEAT.
IT’S A HARD LIFE. IT’S A HARD DEAL.

IS IT A HOPE?

..But wait..

Evening.. Starts with the three in one thing.
Evening.. Starts when they come back from work and dried their brain out, it looks like bunch of cold popcorn in a plastic bag.
Evening.. Its when they played some rerun shows that has been out like decades ago.

I could go on.. And on..

But evening.. ITS WHEN AM AWAKE..

Cos for me, and i believe others like me, THAT’S WHEN THE DAY STARTED.

Not when the sun rise, but when the sun down.

You go with the roman empire calender that follows the sun and was blessed with this kinky psycho who thoughts he ruled the world named ‘Caesar’??!! Find by me..

I go with the moon. Blessed by the wolves in the wilderness of truth.
So yes..                                   IT IS A HOPE.

Inspired by a photo journal ‘Seeing The Unseen’ by Amrin Nugraha and a conversation with Alex Abbad