pigeons with glass shards in their wings

time flies differently when you stand alone in a room and think about the past with regret Pigeons with glass shards in their wings, reflecting sunlight in their fall. That's how time moves lately “It's gotta be a long time ago,” he said. “I know it's gotta be a long time ago because the times I've thought about it were so damn numerous. I was just... Just walking back home when I saw her. On the side of the road, covered by her black hooded jacket. Black stockings on slim legs. In high, black boots with elevated soles. Her face totally concealed by the shade of the hood. Yet as I passed by her I saw the paleness of her features. Big eyes locked with mine. A cold snap in my very soul. I just... kept going. Too afraid to even look back. And the more I walked ahead and…