AmaundraPaine

In the Lamplight People observe changes, in varying degrees and complexities: Whether its the movement of clouds in the sky, the sliding shadow at their feet, the changing filaments of light as the day becomes the night, but it's all the more acute when you're alone. Sitting on a bench in the silent darkness, looking up in vain at a starless sky, fighting desperately to keep that tear from your eye, the only thing that dares shed a light of hope is a lamp, which illuminates you like a searchlight. What message is it really trying to convey? Here sits a solitary soul who has lost their way? Hear lies a heart in tumult destine