something small.

By midnight, we will come to have refocused our eyes. And appearing under the new stage of light, undeveloped figures from day will expose themselves. You did not know? They had always been there. Shadows will imprint their costume's mark on the paper of vision, like this ink, who leaves traces of my mind's moment in time across the sand of the beach, on which my hand is now resting--the face of my knees hidden in.