Empty streets.

Its strange how a thing could have two forms, on either end of the spectrum.

Two repulsive Altercations of the same entity, one pleasantly welcoming, another that slowly devours you like the ocean tide would to intricate little sea life by the shore.

There are very rare moments when one could see a transitional state, as the light fades into the darkness and the darkness gently caress the light, like a mistress.

Its at moments like these one Falls into denial, fails to tell one apart from the other.