And evening, trust me it belongs to all of us differently. The evening is not a timeframe but an emotion that we all feel in our own way.

Clinking champagne glasses, crimson ball gown with pearls and tassels, burning cigarettes, bubble bath, kissing in the golden hour, waiting in an empty restaurant, smoking weed, burning desires, chasing sunsets, tuning in the favorite song and dancing by the bleeding dawn.

For some, it’s a rebirth,

Others, mere death.

-An Ode to Evening.